Salazar's bodyguard's POV. I'm just guessing about them speaking telepathically.

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My master is talking.

The man and girl are below us, on the ground floor. The girl looks scared, the man looks angry. He taunts my master, and I growl quietly. Our robes obscure us from proper view. My companion is on the other side of my master. He casts a glowing eye on me and speaks inside my head.

Fear not, I sense we shall be feeding on these human's insides before long. Our master does not take offence lightly.

I nod slowly, focusing my attention on a glittering gem on the wall in front of me. Strange, you'd think the human would fire one of the many weapons he has at us, but he just…talks.

Human weakness, I suppose.

And they are, very weak. You can hit them just once and they will die. The stronger ones are more fun; they last longer, and tend to live a few more seconds if you rip their hearts out.

I shiver with bloodlust thinking this. I wish my master would give the command to kill; I dearly want to sink my claws into the human's stomach, and tear him apart.

From our vantage point, I can see this conversation is over. We turn to leave with our master, and I hear the gateway shut behind us.

As we walk through the main gallery, I can sense our master is agitated. I think that it is the human. He is rarely agitated otherwise. Except when the Lord comes around, then he is obsessed with cleaning the castle.

We make our way into the drawing room, where a handful of zealots have taken refuge from the havoc the human is causing. My master is not happy when he hears this. How is it that even when facing the impossible, he still does not perish? The zealots approach my master and tell him of how the human killed the Garrador; probably the most formidable opponent in the castle, aside from my companion and I.

My master tells them to place armour that covers the parasite on the Garrador. The zealots look shocked, but will not refuse my master. If I could grin as humans do in amusement, I would. The only way to stop the Garrador from attacking everything in sight was to have the creature's eyes removed. Even then, it was still dangerous from its advanced hearing. It would be nearly impossible to fix more amour on it.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and the human male stands there. My master decides to engage in more banter.

"What a pleasant surprise. But I'm afraid it's Ashley we need, not you, Mr. Kennedy."

"If you don't need me, then get off my back, old man!"

I could see that this comment greatly annoyed my master.

"Did you say old man, Mr. Kennedy? It might come as a surprise, but I'm only twenty years old!"

"So you're just like all the others, a puppet of the parasites?"

"Surely you don't think I'm the same as those diminutive Ganados. The parasites, Las Plagas are slaves to my will. I have absolute control."

"Well, I really don't give a damn. Rain or shine, you're going down."

My master grinned, savouring the human's angry expression. He gestured, and the zealots pressed closer, muttering at the human.

"Get rid of our American friend."

We didn't stay to watch the human get slashed/shot/eaten. Instead, we walked down to the maze outside.

My master turned to one of the zealots stationed at the entrance.

"Release my cute pets, will you? Dogs are especially good at catching rats."

The zealot bowed, and went over to one of the cages that contained three Colmillos. He unlocked it, and the infected wolves bounded out, yapping. They came over to us and sniffed my master's hand. As he petted them, he looked like someone else…maybe the person he used to be. A simple boy who loved his dogs.