"Belphegor." Torak called him by his name. "Don't you dare to come near her—" Torak's voice was deep and deadly calm, but it was full of threat and warning.
Despite being threatened and the fact that Torak was squeezing his neck in tight grip, a taunting smile graced his lips. "It was only natural for a moth to approach fire." He said with such mocking tone, before Torak strangled him.
His eyes rolled back on his socket before his body burst into an ash.
Every lycans in the room were holding their breath as the identity of the man was revealed in the open.
Belphegor. The prince from hell. The seven deadly sins.
Among the crowd Calleb couldn't help but whispered to Raphael beside him. "Is he dead?"
"No." Raphael shook his head and gestured to the warrior to clean up the mess. "He's not even alive to begin with."
