WARNING! CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE; SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.
His long, spindly legs kicked high in a grotesque, exaggerated parade march. The internal struggle to remain a "green flag" completely evaporated. The sociopathic, homicidal monster beneath his ice didn't roar in anger. It wept tears of pure, euphoric joy.ed parade march. He twirled his polished wooden cane so fast it became a blur, his top hat bobbing on his head.
The jagged, pulsing black veins crawling across his bone-pale face were throbbing violently now, glowing with that sickening, toxic green light. His slit, blood-red eyes were wide, dilated with manic, predatory ecstasy.
"A savior!" he mocked, pointing his cane directly at Seraphina. "A tiny, brave little savior promising the wrath of a father! How quaint! How utterly, deliciously human!"
