Kohl's story pt.6

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

A huge grin was plastered on his face. He knew nothing more than to experience the nirvana of getting rid of that ONE person who would interfere with his dreams. He wanted all Werewolves gone, biting the dust as Varca extended his arms and granted them death.

Slowly, the sheer force of someone's punch knocks him out of his daydreaming.

"That...hurt" he turns his head back straight, looking at the tough fighter who stood in between his path towards his goal. He lifts an eyebrow, wondering why the punch hurt that well on his invincible body.

Then, he looks at his r