"You did save me the trouble... for once, Hell."
Stefan swung his foot forward and backward at a leisurely pace, as his leg was resting over the other. His eyes studied the pair of crimson eyes that emitted danger. Just moments ago, he felt his connection to his proxy end as Samael beheaded him in one move. So, he anticipated his brother's appearance.
As he waited, he was slightly distracted as he walked down the memory lane. Those days in the past were the days when the emperor was strict, but not to the point he wanted to ruin his children. Sadly, he couldn't remember where everything went downhill. When did things go from those leisurely days to days where waking up felt exhausting and draining?
When?
