Azkar tapped his foot against the ground in quick succession, his brows were furrowed up in agitation and try as he might to contain it, he just could not.
It was a displeasing end to a day that had begun with much anticipation and excitement and Azkar detested it...he completely loathed when things did not go as he had planned.
He loathed it so much, he could destroy everything in his sight just to soothe his rage and that intense urge to cause carnage and leave a trail of darkness in his wake.
"Why did he have to show up?!" Azkar hissed in rage.
His head twitched to the side ever so often, revealing the blackened veins at the sides of his neck and a cloud of shadows hovered all around him, attesting to Azkar's mood.
"Why did he have to show up, Leon?! Why?!" Azkar hissed again.
"My Lord, you must calm yourself..." Azkar's subordinate, Leon reasoned.
Leon glanced around the cave in the forest, watching the gathering shadows warily.
