Cath
The doors behind Cath opened with a screak and the counselor’s head popped out, his face even paler and bluer than before. He looked around in the hall as if just to make sure Cath was alone as if he expected Cath to be alone.
Intrigued, Cath raised an eyebrow, then stepped ahead, threat pouring out of him as a living, breathing thing that came to life.
“Oh, please, keep that for someone else. You don’t scare me, boy.” The councilor said.
Cath suddenly stopped in his tracks. The old demon seemed unphased by him and it was a first because when he was ready to wreak havoc, people usually tried to do their best and avoid him as much as possible. And he was ready now – with his face covered in battle symbols, armed to the teeth. Still, this male over here,
