"Jared Chance!" the scream, raw with hatred, venom, and a sliver of fear even Sheldon failed to notice in himself, ripped through the hush like a wounded beast.
Fixing his bloodshot gaze on the form above, Sheldon's face contorted, the five-finger brand that had once humiliated him throbbing with phantom pain.
Old grudges and new injuries erupted inside him like a volcano left too long to smolder.
"You wretched brat! How dare you appear before me again! I will tear you limb from limb and burn your soul for a thousand years!"
Black smog geysered from his body, spiraling Skyward like a column of smoke, his voice climbing to a manic, almost shrill pitch.
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