But this day I got unlucky; the adventurer was a tiefling. A tiefling whose rage was contained only by the great swings of his double bladed axe; the red glow in his eyes was maddened, his armor had clearly been left unpolished for days. The likes of him was becoming more and more common in these parts, but still the sight of his pale, leathery skin and the small horns protruding from his head was a breath-taking one; not one I had long to behold though, as his axe-blade collided with the top of my head with a force fuelled only by rage, and at once all my senses were cut out.

Kaehlin stood in the middle of what had become a goblin bloodbath, limbs and corpses lying all around him. The blade of his double axe was dripping blood as he stood, stock still amongst the massacre, staring around the mines, the crimson glow of his eyes vaguely lighting up the scene.
�Nothing like a good day�s killing to calm the mind� the tiefling thought aloud, but his mind was far from calm. His life was so different now from what he was used to. He had found someone that cared about him and now she was his. Sneering slightly, the tiefling kicked a goblin head aside as he continued through the mines.

The next party of goblins received, like the rest, the brunt of his emotion, which he gladly expressed in the form of humanoid bloodshed. His mind was racing as his axe was swung, cleaving anything and everything in its path. All his life he had resented all around him; nobody gave a damn about him for his appearance gave them judgments without him having to say a word. He was tiefling; fiendish blood ran thickly in his veins. Kaehlin had become used to their abhorrence, and in return he gave them back just the same. But of all the races of Faer�n the tiefling hated the most, the half-celestial was near the top. He knew it in the back of his mind; half-celestials should be the complete opposite to him. Their morals, their righteousness, everything he stood against in his life was embodied in their kind. They were the light where he seeks darkness. But this one was different; she was not as she should be.

Stooping down, Kaehlin tugged a pouch of gold from the body of a decapitated goblin, a satisfied sneer on his lips as he licked the blood that ran over his fingers from the wound he had inflicted on the tiny creature. They deserved no better; why should he care about their lives? That was their job, not his. The tiefling looked out for himself in his life, for there were no others to do so for him. And he didn�t need them. But she was different. So many times her spoken words had saved him for the blade or fist of another; Rovandon was a town of warm-blooded citizens for sure, and many had and did want his head. Of course they did, he told himself so often, for they despise my demonic heritage as though it were a plague. But he would not allow them to eradicate the plague that was he; not yet was he ready and willing to face the demons that would take sadistic pleasure in his soul when it were to arrive in the Abyss.

He had never understood her; not from the start when he saw her as no more than a celestial pest. But now he felt that his life had taken on a new meaning and a greater purpose with her at his side, and that was how he intended to keep it. If he were not afraid of the word �love� he would feel inclined to use it to describe his feelings for the girl. So commonly now did the word leave his lips when he referred to her, that it felt almost natural. But he did not understand her; she claimed so convincingly that she felt the same of him, despite the glowing eyes, the horns and the fangs, despite his fiendish blood� and yet she had lied to him, she had deceived him, she had cheated on him�

The next goblin to meet him was near enough shattered into several pieces as his blade collided with its body, a loud growl erupting from his lips, his fanged glittering mercilessly under the dim light of the caves. Kaehlin wiped the blood from his coal black armor, hissing through his forked tongue at his lips. Why would she do that to him if all she said were true? The past was no matter now though; he had put the collar on her neck. She had screamed and struggled to be free of it, but she had failed and now the metal she wore around her neck could not be removed. A symbol of love he had told her, and perhaps that�s what it was. A security that she would not cheat on him again; he could bring her to his side when and as he chose. He could keep close tabs on her; she would not be disloyal to him again. It would be better for them both if she would just accept the collar for what it was� insurance of trust.

With a sneer, Kaehlin swept into the shadows, only his glowing scarlet eyes giving away his presence, as he moved silently through the mines, his eyes scanning for signs of goblins or bugbears, or perhaps some different, fresher life to slay for his own satisfaction. Finding nothing, the tiefling slumped down in the shadows, leaning against the rocks with his double axe against his shoulder. Slowly unclipping the full plate from his chest, he gave out a low hiss. He had spent so many hours down here now; it was time for some fun. Some entertainment. With that in mind, the tiefling took out a set of pipes, made of wood and bound with a green tie, and put them to his lips, blowing into them, making a sound too high pitched to be heard by his own ears. In an instant she was before him, and a fanged smile from Kaehlin was her welcome.