Zaros struggled against the invisible forces that pinned him in place, but to no avail. He could only watch as the stranger drove the sword into his daughter's body. The blade pierced the base of the neck in the same lethal point that he had killed Esther only moments before. Even though it had been moments, however, to Zaros it seemed to stretch on for days. He looked at his family, the two closest to his heart, and their cold, dead faces.
Rage began to boil inside Zaros. He felt the power of his magic burning within in his skin, and he felt every sense focus upon the murderer that stood over the dead bodies. Zaros wanted nothing more than to grab the demon by the throat and crush the life from him.
The monster sheathed his sword and walked away from the scene without any show of emotion, morose or proud, of the deaths he had dealt. Zaros growled, and suddenly he felt himself move, as the forces that held him in place suddenly vanished.
Zaros knew little more than anger. Without any thought, he jumped from his spot and punched the stranger in the back of the head. The figure fell to the ground face-first, and Zaros reached down and pulled him back to his feet, spinning him around to look into Zaros's face. The cloak covered the murderer's forehead, and it seemed to black out the rest of the face.
"You scum!" Zaros spat. "What have you done to my family?"
The figure did not answer at first. Then, after a moment, he started laughing. It was a sinister laugh, a strange mixture of psychosis and general apathy to pain. It was a laugh that, if possible, made Zaros even angrier.
"Who are you?" Zaros demanded. "Drakan? Malak? Or are you the traitor? Show me your face!"
Zaros reached up to the monster's hood and pulled back, throwing the cloak away and revealing the murderer's face. Zaros dropped the man to the floor when he finally saw who it was, the rage-filled face looking back at him. Zaros shuddered as he recognized himself beneath the cloak.
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