"DAMNIT! THAT BASTARD!" A fierce and utterly enraged voice burst out in a vast tent.
It belonged to Adu the Malevolent, and his body was shrouded in wicked purple Miasma. His eyes were bloodshot, and his body itched to destroy everything in sight, but a certain 'contract' restricted him from doing so.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"
With each vulgar word he spat out, his rage rise to new heights, and the space around him was beginning to twist in accordance with his deep animosity.
The large tent he was currently in was the Hero's property, which made him unable to unleash his wrath as he desired.
The city was under his protection, preventing him from releasing the pent-up rage that wanted to swallow him whole.
He could have left, but... his contract ensured he remained in the vicinity at all times.
Adu felt like he would go insane just from having to hear the indescribable feeling of humiliation he endured daily.
