Derek snarled, not caring one bit about the travelers.
'For all I know, they are the cause of my pain. Those thugs were a measly meal and I'm still hungry.' He slowly raised to his feet, a mix of emotions still clouding his judgment.
He glared at the woman with spite, smelling the stench of urine coming from her clothes and from those of the rest of her family. It was one of the most common effects of being electrocuted, but to Derek, it was a sign of weakness and cowardice.
And he hated cowards because they were a bully's best friend, ready to cover up any injustice just to not be the next victim. He hated the weak, because they reminded him of his past, helpless self that Derek despised with every fiber of his being.
"Don't." Ragnarök begged, feeling the anger of the Abomination rising and a spell forming on his lips. "Not you."
