Ruthlessness

"Young master." The old butler got worried seeing it. Even though he was loyal to his master, he can't stop himself from getting worried about Sebastian. He has already seen the ruthlessness of his master.

He pitied Sebastian but he could only pity him and he couldn't do anything else. He has seen him birth his master was always strict to him and he tried to ask him and same reply every time," He needs to get stronger to survive.``

He can't understand why his master was trying to make him stronger like this. So much vitality and ruthlessness to his own son, only for power. A power which suffocates a kid like Sebastian. In his whole life he has never seen Sebastian smiling genuinely. He has never seen happiness in his face.

He can't understand why can't his master see it, with discipline a child also needs love and care like a plant needs water sunshine and perfect environment, same goes for a child they love, they need care, they need a healthy environment to become a good person.

He went forward a bit instinctively, but Samael glared at him instantly. He knew what his eyes were telling him, they were telling him to backoff.

He did not dare to mess with his master. He silently backed off even if he didn't want to.

"Tsk tsk. Such a weak bastard you are. You're trained for so many years just being worthless." Samael commented walking close to him. Each word was like a dagger to his heart.

He questions himself every time but he can't get an answer. His father's actions we're mystery to him which he can't solve. But he was not wrong and why was his punishment so ruthless.

"Kneel down!!" Samael yelled at him, standing in front of him, giving a dark and scary aura.

Sebastian tsked, he can't do anything. He was already feeling dizzy from the pain and who was he fooling he can't go against his father. He was scared, he was scared. He was weak, he was worthless.

Sebastian kneeled down silently without any revolt. He winced a bit in pain but he didn't give up. He can't let his father mock him again. He was not weak, and he will never be.

Seeing him kneeling without any revolt Samael smirked. This was his empire, from his son to any human who was bound to listen to him. He can't let his son be so weak like a girl. He wants him to take the empire and he will do anything to make him strong.

"Bring me the whip." Samael commanded the old butler to not even leave glance.

Hearing his words, old butler eyes opened in surprise. Was he hearing right? Whip? Why does he need a whip?

Will he whip the young master in that state? He was already bleeding too much and whipping him in that state is not the same as killing him. But like before he didn't have any choice. He went forward and gave the whip in his master's hand.