Rezo stroked his fingers over Zegladis’ face, tracing the lines of it, new and old, running the tips of his fingers around the jagged stones that now were set into flesh. He hooked his thumb into the boy’s mouth and felt his sharp teeth.
“Beautiful. It seems as if the process has been a complete success.”
“Success?” Zelgadis reeled backwards. “You turned me into some kind of monster!”
“A monster?” Rezo’s tone was soaked in hurt at the rebuke. With infinite patience, he gently corrected him. “Come now, Zelgadis, we both know this is exactly what you asked me for.”