A Deeper Plot
"NO!" an old voice called out just as I pointed at the young knight.
"Who is that?" I feigned ignorance and asked Victor.
"That is the young knight's father, he's an old servant who used to serve my grandfather, should we kill another one instead?" he explained and asked.
"No, bring that old man over," I commanded.
The guards quickly brought him before me. I knew who the culprit was but I needed to show it not just say it. So, a show was in order.
"What will you do to my son, Demon Hunter?" the old man's face was weathered and covered in tears, and along with his disheveled gray beard and hair, he displayed a classically pitiful appearance.
"Your son is a demon summoner, does that mean nothing to you? What of the children, women, and young men he has helped murder and sacrifice? Is the blood you two share worth more than their lives?" I asked with narrowed eyes, his pitiful appearance meant nothing to me.