Those words become a trigger, catalysing something deep inside of me. My fingers tighten further, crushing the white haired vampires throat under the sheer influence of my anger. Azrael chokes a splutter.
"Yes, I would like to know, brother. So why don't you tell me and we can get this grand little fiasco over with, hmm?"
Something strains in Azrael's face, as though he is trying to do something yet can't quite grant himself the energy or the motivation to do it. Another wet splutter arises from his throat, and with a grimace of disgust, I loosen my hand.
"You revolt me," I hiss, recoiling away from him a bit to glare him down, a mixture of anger and utter repulsion pulsing through my body. As counter productive as it would be, strangling him seems like an awfully delightful option right now.
Prince Soren
