He was shocked to find the frightened body of a child. He took a step back, examining the little boy. His eyes exuded cold and his pupils merged with the irises. He was dressed in a rugged black top with cut skinny jeans. Blood was dripping down his forehead from a cut where he was kicked. He spat in disgust as he stared at the once human form of The Lord of Nulth. The room became tense as the silence grew. The child was scared but he didn’t back down. Then the child made his move. Clawing at The Lord.