rough wip but i decided i wanted a more unique weapon for Sinclair since they're more magic focused. they have a bell now.

Truth serum: What was it like being a Darkin slave? Were they nice to you? Or did they hurt you often? Did you feel any remorse for killing your father? Or were you just happy to finally get revenge? Or maybe just happy to make your master proud?

Truth serum

He felt compelled to answer, something that Vlad never would dare to do. His eyes fell upon his glass of wine, noting the various shades swirling in it. Ah, it explained much. Rather than protesting he seemed to smile. As if reminiscing on memories.

"As a slave I was subjugated to torture, hardly fed and fighting for my life. It was no misunderstanding that the Darkin were cruel to their humans they gathered as followers. Slaves, however, were treated like cattle, slaughtered when need be. Taken when needed, we were objects. I remember feeling cold, the ground soaked with blood and the stench of rot filling your lungs with every shallow breath. Dare I speak of the horrors that flesh could be subjugated to at my masters cruelty, I think from the beginning my young mind gave up, I simply succumbed to it. The madness. Fingers clawing at my brain, scratching at my skull from the inside. When given the chance to kill my father, to prove I was more than just a wretch of a human to that thing, it made it all the sweeter to bestow my own bloods head at its feet. I did it because my father was cruel as well." His smiles turns bitter. "Who gives their son willingly to that?"

"I took a blade and slit his throat. I kept doing that until his head came off like a sack of meat and threw it at my masters feet when I returned. I was happy. Happy that I knew I was strong enough to survive. That made it all the better reason to kill that Darkin and to shed my ties with the realm. I wasn't a human anymore, the human in me died in those cold halls. Tucked between rows of bodies who clung to their gods for help."