#10: Evil
"Yes," said the old sorcerer with a slightly raised eyebrow. "It's a shame they'll all be dead soon."
Drake Stone found himself unable to meet Horvath's eyes as his words sank in. They were so coldly spoken, so dispassionate, that they were a little frightening. For a moment, the young magician wondered what it was he'd gotten into. When Maxim Horvath, the leader of the Morganian sorcerers for centuries, had turned up in his loft seeking an assistant, Drake had jumped at the chance. Since the disappearance of his own master he'd been lost and forced to improvise (and if he did say so himself, he'd done a pretty spiffy job of it too). The thought of learning from Maxim Horvath himself... he thought it would be like getting the chance to work for Harry Houdini. The sheer amount of experience alone was staggering to think about.
He hadn't expected that Horvath would be so cold. He spoke of killing thousands- perhaps millions- with the same air of an adult telling a child that if he ate all the sweets today he'd have none for tomorrow. That made Drake shiver, just a little, as he trailed after his master.
It was a good thing they were on the same side. Surely the evil in Horvath's nature would only be directed at enemies, at those who stood in their way. As long as he served Horvath well, he'd be safe.