The monster!

"No, not much, young master," answered Sir Allister. "We lost five men, two horses, and we captured twenty-six of their men. The people you mentioned were also captured alive. They are in the tent right now. Do you want to go in?"

"Yes, I want to see them. Huddle the rest of them together. We may not need them anyway."

"Don't need them?" Sir Allister said with confusion. "You mean..."

"Yes, disregard them. They are of no use. Just some expendable trashes that are born just to make a mess of this world." said Damien.

Sir Allister looked at him like he was some sort of monster. He saw the way he was standing with the sword hanging loosely around his hand. The way the blood was splattered across the side of his face and clothes. Then he remembered the way he killed the bandit, like he doesn't even regard them as a fellow living and breathing being.

There was a truth in killing a sentinal being but he was all false.