Chapter 18: Chapter 18: A Gargoyle

His eyes glowed but it was different than Mark's glow. The best she could describe it as was black lava combusting and bursting into flames. Mark's blue and white eyes were much nicer, and scarier, than this pompous idiot could ever hope to look.

"We came here in 1891. We now have nests in most of the countries in New Rouen."

"New Rouen?"

"What you call Africa." He said it with such arrogance, as if renaming a continent to suit himself was a natural act.

"I see. Don't you think it's a little arrogant? Giving Africa a new name?"

He crossed his arms, looking like a giant statue. "We rule it, we get to name it."

"I haven't seen it mentioned on Facebook that you rule Africa."

"I like Facebook. Got an ugly picture of myself up, but I like it," the gargoyle said in all seriousness.