Betrayal from my very own blood

In less than a heartbeat, Seker moved with a speed equivalent to that of light, he used his hands to wrap around the neck of the terrified angel. Seker intensified the strength in his hands making Destiny cough out blood from her mouth. The gold-looking liquid that escaped from her mouth stained the tared floor.

“S-ek-er” She struggled to make out the grim reaper's name as she clawed at his hands which were still very much wrapped firmly around her neck.

“Do not utter my name so thoughtlessly cousin. No matter how much we are family, you should know that I don’t do too well with betrayal from my very own blood” Sekers menacing voice echoed around the place. It sounded so dominating that everyone there had the sudden urge to kneel and beg him for mercy, although they knew they weren’t the ones in the wrong.