The chains were merely another bump in the road for him; they couldn't hold him forever. It was laughable those fools really thought they could keep someone like him locked up forever.. No, as soon as he snapped those weak little pieces of steel, they were going to pay, they all were

Julius was a barbarian, to put it nicely. He cared for nothing and no one, except himself, of course. He'd spent his entire life being mistreated, so now the world had to pay for the pain and the scars it caused him, Julius was convinced. He'd murdered many innocent civilians with zero remorse, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat.. as soon as he got out of this prison cell..

Julius sat in his confined space, his large body taking up most--if not all of-- the cell. He could barely even stretch his legs out, which only pissed him off even more. Interrupting his moment of brooding, he heard quick footsteps running down the hall, towards his confines. He assumed it to be another one of those idiotic guards come to deliver his daily meal, only to look down and see.. a small child..? Staring up at him with eyes of wonder, the child couldn't have been any older than four

How in the hell..