His glee bordered on madness and what she wouldn’t have given to slap all that glee off his face.
He kept her face neutral, knowing he wanted her emotions. Unwilling to give it to him.
“You see, I grew up surrounded by you a lot. Showing off your powers, being proud of something so vile… an abomination of nature.” He spat out and smiled again, “but I’ve read about your ancestors, how they were burned to the stake.” He shook his head, “and then I saw you one day, laughing with children, acting like you weren’t some kind of freak, and I knew it had to be you. To start this new journey in my life, this new phase of retribution and justice, of cleaning our land. It had to be you. Layla of the Salem, the most powerful witch of her time, was defeated by one so lowly. And it was fitting. The glory that would come, my greatest thing to attain.”
He closed his eyes and smiled like a child being lulled by a tune, and when he opened his eyes, she saw the madness,
