As Alastor contemplated his sinister plan, a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the room, temporarily blinding him. When his vision returned, he was shocked to find a second presence in the room.
A man, his hair as black as night and his eyes a piercing crimson, sat in the chair beside him. It was Orpheus, who had overheard Alastor's sinister plan.
Alastor shuddered, a cold chill running down his spine. He had never encountered anyone who emitted such a dangerous aura. Even his father, the duke, could not match the intensity of this man's presence. Alastor realized with a jolt that he was in grave danger.
Orpheus, his eyes fixed on Alastor, spoke calmly. "So that was your plan," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "To devour the Morningstar family."
Alastor's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to find the words to defend himself, but his voice was trembling. He knew that he was outmatched, that he was no match for this terrifying stranger.