Simon’s Fate

Kent stood tall, his grip firm on Simon's hair, forcing the sobbing young man to stay kneel down on the ground. 

Simon was in a pitiful sight—tears streaked his face, his lips trembling, and mucus running from his nose. His once proud demeanor was gone, replaced by the unfiltered terror of a man facing his death.

"Tell me, How do you want to die?" Kent asked, his voice calm yet laced with menace.

Simon's response was barely audible through his sobs. "P-please… spare my life… I'll beg you… if you w-want…" His words dissolved into incoherent murmurs as fresh waves of tears poured down.

Behind Kent, his fearsome pets were less than sympathetic. The Fire Kirin, Kavi, leaned down to Simon's eye level, its fiery mane crackling as it smirked. "How about we roast him alive? Slow-cooked, so he has time to think about his mistake of going against master?"