"Lucien! What?!"
Alaric exclaimed in utter surprise, the words pierced through his ears like an arrow.
"Why would Lucien every want to connive with the Demon King? I-I mean it goes against his own biology. He's an Angel in cahoots with a Demon…" the old man spat on the floor disdainfully and gritted his teeth. The saliva could no longer be seen the second it escaped his lips. "How fucking despicable."
Alaric was so infuriated, he had abandoned his morals and cursed in front of his grandson. These words had brought him nothing but shame and bewilderment.
"Yes grandfather… I do believe we have the upper hand here." Jacob brushed a nonexistent speck of dust off his pristine robe, watching as Alaric's ears perked up at the sound of an upper hand.
Had the boy already figured a way around this situation? The old man questioned.
