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What is Waking As The Green-eyed Demon
Lee la novela Waking As The Green-eyed Demon escrita por el autor XanaTrygg publicada en WebNovel. Murmurs, cautious yet curious, rose as the large, hooded figure stepped across the door frame. The door banged behind him, signaling those inside the tavern that the Green-eyed Demon had arrived.He wa...
Murmurs, cautious yet curious, rose as the large, hooded figure stepped across the door frame. The door banged behind him, signaling those inside the tavern that the Green-eyed Demon had arrived. He walked heavily towards the farthest table, right in the corner, letting his weight rest on the little wooden chair. It cracked, silencing the murmurs like if it was a wild, feral growl. The place fell silent, everyone too numb to pronounce a word. A man, fat like a Woobbler and of a middle age, swallowed and squeezed the big leather bag in front of him. Like invoking the mightiest of Gods, he rose up from his chair, letting the weight of the insides of the bag almost make him lose his step. Every eye landed on him, some worried, others mockingly, as he approached the mysterious man's table. Right then, with a lot of effort, he dropped the bag on the table. Golden chips made their way out of it, showing there was, indeed, a rather ridiculous amount of money inside. The hooded man remained still. "They took her." The trembling voice of the man rose, every bit of confidence quickly disappearing. The hooded man squeezed his left fist slightly. The man standing in front of him, with his body trembling and begging him to leave, remained in the same spot. This was his only chance, and he knew it. He licked his lips, trying to stretch the moment as much as he could. "They took her." He repeated. "My daughter. And I want you to bring her back." Like if stroke by lightning, the hooded man rose from the chair, letting it stumble back and fall to the ground with a loud thud. The middle-aged man felt his soul leave his body as the towering figure leaned over him, laying his bright light green fall upon his. Cold ran down his spine, as he had just seen hell through a window, too frightened to move a muscle. Too stunned to stop his watering eyes to betray him. No words were needed, when his cursed eyes darkened under the thick hood over his head as he stretched back, grabbing the heavy bag like it was a bag of wool, and stepping out of the tavern. Rain had started to pour down, showing those in place that the cursed Green-eyed Demon, had just spared their lives.
