Damian sat motionless for several seconds after Loth's question, the cigar balanced between two fingers while ribbons of violet smoke drifted lazily through the darkness of the room.
Beyond the glass wall, the city continued its endless dance of lights and movement, entirely unaware that one of the most powerful beings on the planet was currently contemplating how much damage he wished to inflict upon the lives of people who considered themselves untouchable.
The file concerning Victor Hale remained open on the table beside him, the photograph clipped to the front staring upward like a challenge. Damian found it amusing.
Once upon a time, men like Victor had occupied a position above him. They had been his superiors, his gatekeepers, the people whose approval determined the course of his career. Now those same people existed within a world he could erase with a thought if he truly lost control of himself.
