The Day of the Party

Horn had, in effect, saved the man from a catastrophic outcome, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. Had he really done the right thing by intervening?

Would Ethan turned his anger to him?

Ethan despised such frivolous displays of power and privilege more than anything else. Some may have labelled him a demon or a devil, but the truth was far more nuanced. It wasn't that Ethan engaged in outright evil acts; he wasn't like many nobles who toyed with the lives of commoners, nor did he indulge in the vices of women or drugs.

No, Ethan's vice lay in his propensity for destruction. When the urge to demolish took hold, he would become consumed by it, losing himself in the throes of his compulsion. In one such episode, he had accidentally taken the lives of several nobles, his mind clouded by the red mist of rage.

It was a burden Ethan carried, a dark self that haunted his every waking moment. He knew that his actions, though unintentional, had caused immeasurable pain and s