Cyl Antun would sit back and enjoy the fear and anger crossing their faces as the blood rushed to their heads. Then, they would know how he felt to be at the mercy of demons who despised him. He would string them up in the forest outside the gate and leave them overnight. Let the nocturnal demons have their way with them His power slipped out of his body. Damn. Cyl took several deep breaths. His power sucked all the fun out of being angry. If he imagined strangling someone, his power would be ready to do it. He stepped away from his anger. He couldn’t destroy Otav House. Could he? No. Nuall Otav would hate him. Best not to turn his only friend into an enemy, especially not that friend. The brilliant purple and silver trimmed walls of the Otav’s estate spoke of subtle elegance. It paired perfectly with the black glassy floor. The Otav family crest sat above each door. Small enough to avoid being ostentatious. In the right position to be noticed by those who walked by.
