Tristan's eyes held no emotions in them and it was the first time Dante realized, his grandson was no less than a devil himself. He looked so different from his original persona that Dante couldn't recognize his own grandson.
'Was it a mistake to let him into this dark world? Did he make his grandson like him' guilt crept into Dante's heart. His one selfish move landed his grandson into a big mess.
"Tristan step back" Dante voiced out loud but Tristan didn't move his eyes away and kept glaring at Alphonse making him gulp.
His plan was ruined in no time and here it was ready to face hell. The man in front of him was like a grim rapper with no ounce of emotions in those blue eyes and it was enough for Alphonse to see his life running backward.
'He didn't want to die at least not like this in the hands of his enemy. He can accept this defeat'
