Chapter 50
GOD DAMN IT.
Is this really how a baby is supposed to live his life?
Rayden questioned it in his mind, but there was no one there to answer him. Of course there wouldn't be. What did he expect? He was cursed. That much was clear. Cursed by that accursed hell.
Vastro groaned internally, feeling like he was finally pushing the hell realm to the top of his hit list. Drakkon must die would always remain number one, but hell had officially secured second place. Not that any of that helped him right now.
The snake hissed louder, its head swaying side to side as if wondering how sweet he would taste once it swallowed him whole.
Hey moron. If you really knew who I am, you would drop me right now.
The outrage burned inside him as he thought it, but reality was cruel. He was still a baby. Only a few months old. He couldn't speak. His threat came out as nothing but adorable baby babble, wet and useless and absolutely not intimidating to anyone.
