#Chapter42
Cutting an arm
Albazar's POV
I sighed and put my hand in my pocket. Looking down the glass wall, I watched the pathetic humans scurry around the streets like rats. I didn't have the slightest clue why my Grandfather loved this creatures. They were weak and vulnerable. Too easy to manipulate. Blinded by greed. For me, they were the greatest mistake of my Grandfather.
The morning sun glazed through the wall, hitting the furnitures and forming a perfect shadow of their form. Cars honked and drove past buildings.
I paced around the modern office, a hand on my jaw. Hailbuzar seemed to prove himself a perfect competitor. He had killed lots of my cult members, each dying a pathetic death.
I walked past a bookshelf against the wall. Skirting past an armchair, I rubbed a hand on its carved wood. Ted, oh Ted. I really liked the guy. He was fun to be around. He was always talking about how perfect he was.
