He was frozen, stuck in place. Even if he tried, his legs refused to move. To walk. To run away. To go to his father. But, no. He couldn’t do that. He was absolutely terrified at the sight he was seeing. They had done it. They had sparked the madness of war. Innocent blood was being spilt and it was all his father’s fault. “You….MAD BASTARD!” He shouted suddenly, taking a shaking step forward, as anger coursed through his veins like hot lava. With each shaky step, he was blinded by rage. “You killed…..innocent humans. Humans who had done nothing to cause your anger!” He shouted, stomping towards his father, who was currently slouched over a bench, hair covering his face. “We only deal with those who have sinned, you senile old fool! With what you have done, it will ring through out generations to come! Your madness has caused this insanity!!” He screamed, anger taking over him. But, he was suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown across the room. His father, enraged and beyond any reason, stomped over to his downed son, before his boot met with Lexian’s nose. Lexian began bleeding, hearing that certain crack as his nose broke. He soon felt a boot hit his ribs, and his stomach and his hips. He was powerless under his father’s beatings. “You know not what you speak! We are demons, my son! I have done my part, and here you are, prattling on about our insanity!” His father shouted at the top of his lungs, before he suddenly grabbed Lexian by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the wall. “HUMANS ARE VILE AND FILTH. THEY DO NOT DESERVE ANY MERCY. THEY DESERVE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH.” He shouted, before simply dropping his son to the ground. “If you have this much compassion for that petty race, then I will have to kill you. You are no son of mine.” He told his son, who was currently retching up blood, turning his back towards him and walking away. Lexian was left alone, clutching his stomach, retching up a mix of bile and blood.
