Chapter 43: Worthy

The laughter that escaped from the demon was a sound like rolling thunder, his great chest shaking. Marion strained in his claws, struggling to catch their breath. The monstrous king lowered his head to meet the elf’s eyes beneath their helm, sulfur yellow and pearl tones boring into their soul. A maw of awful teeth spread into an even more awful smile.

“You’ll kill me? KILL me? You? With what weapon?” The question was taunting as much as it was demeaning. “Little elf… I don’t think you understand the position that you’re in.”