There's usually a moment of fear preceding the first blow, an innate hesitation in front of the thought of killing another being. This time, however, as he swings his axe with all his weight behind it, there's only one thing he wants. Death.
The guard's face is hit brutally, one last scream as the blade catches the nose bridge before his head is smashed against the wall, a fresco of blood shattering marble, bone and wood alike. He likes the decoration, likes the colour, likes the rush of power inflaming his limbs, making him invincible, an herald of destruction. He wants more, craves more.
He'll eat anyone who tries to harm his Constantin alive.
Florent De Sardet ... always so calm and collected. Aren’t you tired of playing nice?
Enjoy this little snippet of an upcoming fic set during the attempted coup. Constantin is usually the one depicted as possessive and violent, but I am certain it can be the other way around as well ... 😏