Revolt (2)

Count Synder abruptly stood up. He scanned the surroundings, used his senses to the fullest but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Looking for me?" The masculine voice sounded again.

He turned towards the source, towards the crouch which was still warm from his wife's ass. A young man sat there, his legs crossed. Half of his face was that of an angel's and the other half was that of a demon's.

"That's rude you know." The young man smiled. "Comparing me to an angel."

The man frowned. He took a defensive stance, clasping the hilt of the sword with both hands and began to circulate his magical energy. "Are you from the Rebellion?"

"No." The newcomer said. "But unfortunately for you, our goal happens to be the same."

The man knitted his brows further. Why was father not here yet? Was he unable to sense the intruder's presence as well? 

The grip on the sword's handle got tighter. This enemy- was dangerous.