A strong wind blew in and hit the window. Kicked it to the wall and shuttered glasses scattered out on the floor.
A few near candle lights trembled and died down by the cold air.
"How fast you are worn out!" A known voice recited very harmonic to wind motions. His tune wasn't friendly, but flipping into his ears.
Allen swiftly got up from his seat and knelt on his knees.
A dark smoke streamed out along the floor. "Master Lug that's you". All of a sudden his eyes met tiger's eyes. Walking out of the smoke. His teeth bared as always ready to dive into flesh.
He closed his eyes to get rid of its glaring sucking his soul. In a short moment, the mysterious being could make his soul frozen. The ice pieces of his blood could rip him apart.
"Hello Lug", Mayor said, announcing his presence. He got back to his sofa and leaned back watching them. Lug recently was ignoring him or better to say he was ignoring those who won't kneel toward him.
