Azrael's plans

Raine's words hit Azrael like a sledgehammer. The room's darkening atmosphere thickened with the weight of that shocking revelation.

Azrael's eyes, already red from fury and other extreme emotions freed from years of resentment toward his omega father, shook in despair and regret.

"Lyssana…?" Azrael's voice was a broken whisper, yet it held a fire ready to burn the name mentioned alive. His memories resurfaced once again, the following days, weeks, and years of his father's disappearance, it was Lyssana who stayed and comforted them.

The head maid that Azrael always respected and looked favorably, now a face scratched in his memory, blotted with ink, and indescribable hatred soared in his chest. "How could she…why would she…?"

His words still held disbelief, but there was no doubt in them.