For the next four or five minutes, there was only the sound of hand kissing the cheek with a lot of force.
Each slap was hurtful, and each slap was personal.
The audience cringed each time a slap was passed. It felt like bullying.
Daemon's face was a mess. His eyes had swollen, his cheeks had puffed, and his nose was bleeding.
Damien thought he was done. That there was no more energy in his little brother to strike him, but he was wrong. Very wrong.
All of a sudden, the air around Daemon changed and his closed eyes opened, glowing purple glared at him.
It happened in a moment. Daemon's hand suddenly connected with Damien's chin, launching him into the air. He crashed on the ground with a loud thud noise. The floor made him pain.
The crowd gasped at the sudden change of events. It felt like a hero fighting back against the villain after a series of setbacks.
