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Trymonius steps out into the shadows. He struggles against her crushing fear. His control-hanging by a thread.
When he witnesses the man, she calls Travis drive his fist into her face and crush her head beneath his boot, something deeper than fear takes hold. Rage coils through him, cold and absolute. Not dread, but the need to show Travis what true terror means.
“I am Trymonius,” he growls, his voice laden with royal authority as he glares at the accused. His crimson eyes blaze with fury.
Travis turns and faces him. The angry scowl across his face collapses into horror.
“What… what the… what the hell are you?” His voice cracks as he stumbles backward, breath hitching, eyes blown wide.
“You asked what I am— I am the answer you weren’t ready for. I am the wrath you now face.”
Each word cast in steel.
Trymonius steps forward. The air crackles, mirroring the storm inside him.
Travis’s back slams into the truck, stopping him cold, terror locking his limbs.
“I am the judge,” Trymonius says.
Lightning splits the sky, illuminating his hardened features.
He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ground trembling beneath his feet.
“You stand accused of savagery,” he continues, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
“Finding pleasure in the suffering of the innocent—of Marissa.”