"Lord, may I leave now?" the parched Demon Wizard asked with a look of reverence, though inwardly he was seething with venomous hatred.
"Leave?"
The tent instantly filled with everyone's raucous laughter. The Lord said with a smile, "My apologies, but I am not a follower of the Ice and Snow Goddess."
"Despicable, shameless…"
"Hog, drag it out. I don't care what tortures you use. I have only one standard for tonight: I want to fall asleep to the sound of its beautiful screams." Before the creature could unleash a torrent of Abyssal slang, the Lord leaned back, his tone icy. "I enjoy screams to help me sleep, and a demon's are the best!"
Although the Lord liked to collect rural Shamans and Wizards to fill the ranks of High Cliff Castle's Casting Corps, he didn't just accept any riffraff.
The moment this Demon Wizard described to his face how he had tortured Andao to death, he had landed on the Lord's kill list.
