"Show me the man you are." His voice was consumed by the devil too for they all looked mortified while looking at Cotlin.
The man's eyes were blurry. He raised his hand to attack but perhaps he could see many images of Cotlin. His punches fell into the air. The warmth of his blood dripping down his face did not faze Cotlin. He barely felt it. His skin had gone numb.
Cotlin hooked his arms around his clothes and pulled him back on his feet by his shirt.
"Fight me!" he growled as if he would kill his enemies if the enemy did not attack him.
"Master, let him go. He is delusional to stand against you." the voice came pleading and he turned to see the horrified faces of his men. The men who grew up with him looked scared of him now.
Cotlin snickers as he lets go of his shirt. Even for them, he was a monster now.
