Keelion stayed seated in his office chair, head thrown back and eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Augustus was standing in the office, his ears and nose a bloody mess. The same thing that had been done to Cyrus was done to him.
Keelion's eyes never just pooled black for nothing. It was a way to get into people's heads, destroy them from inward, so long as he'd be able to hold your gaze. He had the ability to hypnotize, to control one even against their will.
His hand hurt so excruciatingly, a pain that would never leave his body. It was basically useless for now, just like Keelion had wanted, dripping blood on the white marble floor.
"You're messing up my floor, Augustus," Keelion mumbled, a dark kind of amusement in his tone. It was terrifying.
Augustus stilled unnaturally. "My apologies sir, I'll have it cleaned up right away." Before he could turn and make it to the door, Keelion twirled the office chair to face him and crossed his legs, fingers steepled.
