The Count

The mad priest gave me everything.
Twenty-one years in prison allows a man time to process.
To plot.
To plan.
I’d take my revenge in money, in power, and most importantly on her body.

Mercedes Mondego sold me into hell, leading me to the alter like a sheep to a cliff edge.
Every thread I place on the board will wrench together and lead me back to her. But I’m done with love, and there is nothing left in me but an animal.

The mad priest gave me everything to exact my revenge.