'My plans are coming to fruition.' He thought evilly. The last year had been busy with recruiting new disciples and gathering resources for the epic finale of his plans. Finally! Finally, he was going to attack that little Kingdom that had dared oppose him.
He was going to enjoy torturing the little girl he had let slip through his fingers. 'Just wait. I have the perfect plan to break you.' Elias crumpled the paper he had been scribbling on. 'My name used to be worshiped! People would bow down to me in droves!'
The papers and books on his desk came flying off the desk as he swept his arms across the desk in anger. The ink splattered everywhere and stained the desk and floor. This was a usual occurrence that the seemingly mindless men were used to.
