"Breathe," Stefan ordered, as his eyes darkened at the sight of heads rolling down and bodies piling up. "That's a little surprising, Hell." He added while nodding his head before setting his eyes on Samael's figure. "I didn't think you'd use your bride as an excuse to wreak havoc."
"Are you dense, my brother, the king?" Samael smirked as he chuckled evilly. "Can't you tell I just care?"
"If you care as you claim you are, you shouldn't have gone here dragging my injured retainer or refusing my people to tend to his injuries." Stefan's voice thundered as he hissed. "Alas, not only you beat Duke Delholm, your personal hellhound slaughtered the guests of the house of Thornhart. Have you had no shame?"
"Now, that hypocrisy never ceases to amaze me as well." Samael chuckled, obviously amused at the spiteful words thrown at him. "Brother, you have the power of foresight, don't you? How come you never saw this coming?"
