Dark Lords

With a name like "Wicked Kid", life was starting to become mysteriously appealing. The footprints he left in the mud were stained red as he crossed the dirt road. Red as the inside of a lava pit. Red as the anger in his bones, as he picked his way across the uneven ground towards the saloon. The blood was Eric’s own, but he felt no pain. Later, when the white light had faded from Eric’s vision and the cresting wave receded, when the roar was silenced and a strange pain in his hands began to ride up his forearms, when he was no longer standing but on his knees, he would realize that the first person he had killed that night was far from his last.