Maximas's POV
Maximas has never been a big talker, he never saw the need in it. In his time, what one could do with a blade was more important than the fancy words coming out of their mouths. Silence was his friend, the peace it provided him in those moments where his mind was in chaos. The only other thing to help with the chaos that was on his mind was when he worked.
Stepping into the concrete room, he couldn't help but smirk seeing the pompous jackass chained to the wall. Marcus glared at him, his eyes flashing bright red matching the dried blood all over his face and chest. All his wounds were healed. The only thing to prove what had happened to the man was the dried blood all over him.
"Maximas," Marcus hissed, his upper lip raised in a sneer showing off his fangs. "What? Got no
