Chapter 13
“This realm, as well as all the others, has always thrived on the reality of natural law. The strong survive, and the weak serve the strong or die. I’m not starting a new trend here. I am simply following the rules already put in place by nature. We, the supernatural races, are the strong, and the humans are the weak. They will kneel at our feet … or they will die.” ~Sincaro
Sincaro stepped out into the dark street. The only illumination came from the flickering bulb in the lamppost that stood on the corner of the two streets. The sound of humans screaming was a symphony to his ears. The humid breeze was refreshing, simply because feeling it meant he was no longer cooped up underground, withering away like a flower past its season.
“How many buildings do you want cleared?” On
