Zeke Lomas has the malicious spirit of a dybbuk, culled from the hot, burning coals of anger. He exists in a smoldering cauldron, speaks softly most of the time, occasionally coming across as gentle and caring, but when his path is crossed, he invokes biblical stories of vengeance, venting his pent-up ferocity with a beastly roar.
Zeke justifies his blustery fury. He says that so and so was corrupt or immoral, believing that he’s doing society a service, balancing the scales of justice. Zeke doesn’t realize that without pause and reflection, he’ll be the demon of his own design.
Zeke justifies his blustery fury. He says that so and so was corrupt or immoral, believing that he’s doing society a service, balancing the scales of justice. Zeke doesn’t realize that without pause and reflection, he’ll be the demon of his own design.
