Balthamel had his plans in order. He'll come with me or die. And those plans.. to his frustration.. did not work well.
The boy. Or man, as those of this age would deem him, had fought well. He had denied Balthamel's advances.
Zanel knew the price of denying him and Balthamel brooded in his well appointed lair, smirking and taking satisfaction in the evil done to avoid further evil.
He would not stop, of course. This was only testing the waters.
"Zanel", he though to himself, while swirling good brandy in his skull cup, "You've made an enemy."
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