That man felt his throat dry hearing her say 'I will be careful next time.'
He trembled continuously to turn around. When his eyes met Aria's glaring cold eyes, he burst into tears.
He stuttered to ask, "Who... who are... are you?"
Aria's clutch on the rod increased, "Goddess... of Hell."
That man continued to wail as he apologized to her again and again, "I'm... Sorry... I'm sorry... Let me go... I'm sorry."
He kept bowing and apologizing. Other three men who noticed, followed him and apologized to her with deep bows to her sitting on their knees.
Aria smirked at their state.
She wasn't sure whether she should be happy for bringing them on the knees or hate herself even more. Because she hated her current state.
She wasn't her. She never liked to hurt anybody but life was teaching her so many things that she was scared to lose herself with it.
She was so scared to even look at herself in the mirror at that time.
