"Well?" I said staring at him "no 'oh my god! My favorite son! You're alive!" He just stared at me a deadpan look on his face

  "Fuck of all the people who cound have survived why him?" He muttered under his breath

  I sighed ignoring his jab "soooo any idea what happened here?" I intoned waving at the carnage  his eyes glazed over looking over what was once a great family, his teeth grinding on one another "ayy chill! no need to go berserker on my ass come onnn!"

  He turned to me a smirk splitting his face... It got wider and wider until he broke out into a psychotic laugh "yeah he's gone" I said to myself

  "What else do you think happened son? We were attacked.....no we were slaughtered" he said his face grim and all "also!" He suddenly said "how did you survive again?"

  "Ohhh I slept through it" I answered him

  He looked at me, I looked at him, he looked back, I looked at him again

  Growing tired of the staring he sighed "why am I not surprised" he said to himself

  He shifted in his seat,the spear grinding into his flesh in a way that was definitely very uncomfortable "you need help with that?" I asked him with a grimace on my face

  What answered me was a chuckle as he answered me "even if a thousand of you tried to remove it you'd still fail, especially with those muscles"

  I stared down at my biceps and flexed them a little "yeahh I should have worked out , well I guess we'll just wait till the great houses get here". I said to him, kicking a body off the chair near him and plopping myself onto it

  "That was your nephew" he told me with a shake of his head "oh wow, I thought that was my cousin, what was his name again?" An expasserated sigh left his lips "firstly were not waiting for the other houses and secondly his name was coran"

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  "Wait we're not waiting?"I said completely ignoring the second part of his statement "then what are we going to do?" I said to him a confused expression crossing my face

  He pointed towards his right hand to the middle finger " this ring is what is keeping me alive"

  "Yeah? I can see that" I said to him, it was quite obvious as I could see lines of grey circulating around him, it's source being the ring

  "Not everyone can see that"he whispered to himself quite bitterly " anyway! This ring was made by bob, yes THE bob and it contains the treasury of this house, I was able to hastily reverse the preservation working in the ring to extend to myself, but that's all it does..... Preserve me "

  "Oh" I said to myself "you can't leave me here pops, everyone is dead,what am I supposed to even do?" I spoke, this time it was directed to him

  He winced and said "yeah it's going to be rough for you but since you're the last heir of this house, you're going to inherit everything... Probably, I doubt you'll manage to get anything tho all the other houses will ransack this place leaving you with probably only the manor" " but you see"

  he said reaching towards the ring .....................  "everything of note is hidden inside this ring, I don't know how bob did it but he did"

  he caressed the ring a little before yanking the ring out of his finger " now it's yours " immediately blood started leaking down his mouth and the hole in his chest created by the spear, he gently handed the ring to my dumbstruck self

  He leaned back into his chair and requested something from me "could you please play a song for me, I think I deserve some fanfare before I die"

  "Yeah" I answered him quietly, stretching my hand forward, I painted the world with the blacks and golds of my mind and pulled out a beautiful violin from empty air and started playing.

  My eyes grew a little blurry as I was playin, a tear dropped from my eye

  I stared at the smudge on my cloth for a while and suddenly a smile spit my lips and an uproar of laughter split the air, I stood up walking towards where my dad lay

  "I should make a painting of this. Hmmm what should I call it " after a moment of contemplation it hit me

  "aha! I'll name it 'the feast of heads' pretty nice if you think about it, I mean there are so many heads on a dining table"

  "Don't you think so?" I said to myself gripping the ring in my palm harder

  "Yeah, it's a nice name" the voices in my head responded