Sociopathic Hypocrite

[Bonus chapter for 1200 you little demons]

Leonel closed his eyes forcefully as though trying to blink his fatigue away.

Deep in his gut, a flaming hot coal landed. An instant later, it burst.

As though hundreds of snakes were racing through his body, Leonel felt like all his veins, arteries and blood vessels had suddenly been lit on fire.

His eyes opened, a deep red hidden within the depths of their pale green.

His head turned slightly in one particular direction. The cold within his gaze bubbling forth.

Miles and Simeon felt a cold sweat mat their backs. For a moment, they found it difficult even to breathe, let alone move.

'… It would take me 8 minutes and 36 seconds to make it there and kill them in this state… It's not enough time…'

Leonel had never felt such a strong desire to kill. It was worse than just wanting to end someone's life. It was deep to the point of wanting to feel the warmth of their blood.

He was pissed.