213 Rumour teller

Marshall Travis, unlike his father, who served the Storm King, was merely the offspring of a minister. His father, being one of the demons who had emerged from Hell, had accumulated enough wealth that the young man didn't need to lift a finger and could simply indulge in a life of leisure without needing to exert any effort.

The sky had grown dark long ago when Marshall walked through the upscale streets designed for rich people like him. He wore a hat and clenched a toothpick between his teeth. He was pissed that the woman named Emily Thorn had hit him in public. Seeking to blow off steam, he aimed to find one of the lowly men or women who occasionally crossed over from their filthy towns to affluent neighbourhoods like this one so that he could use them as punching bags to vent his pent-up anger.