The Beginning of War

The white scarf covered her face like a mask, acting as a filter against the poison. Rae walked forward, grabbing the noble by the neck. A choking sound left his throat as she raised him in the air.

"Lord of Perfumes named Jonathan Rainvelt," Rae read his name. "You have been found guilty for the murder of three-hundred-ninety-two innocents, from both humans and Demis. You are also guilty of sexual assault, torture, extortion, and corruption."

The noble raised his arms, which had veins lining them, as his face turned a brilliant shade of purple. Gases left his palms, and they began to erode the surroundings rapidly.

"You stink," Rae delivered her judgment as the scarf covered all of her body, protecting her from the gases. "The council has approved the death sentence."