Azrael froze when the man spoke his name, his eyes widening in disbelief. 'How... how does he know me?' His heart pounded as his instincts screamed danger. The dark-haired man in front of him—Silas Lan Varadis—grinned, his eyes glowing with an eerie crimson gleam.
"Hahaha, that look on your face," Silas said mockingly. "You don't remember me, do you? Well, let's just say your father and I had... unfinished business. And now, you'll be paying off his debts, one by one."
At the mention of his father, Azrael's expression hardened, and waves of demonic energy erupted from his body, scorching the ground beneath his feet. His eyes glowed blood-red as his voice grew cold. "You're an enemy of my father?"
Silas smiled darkly. "Yes. In fact, I was one of the reasons he died."
