#Chapter7
Brotherhood
Ian's POV
I bit my lip gently to make sure this wasn't a dream. Letting out a huge sigh, I spun to face the being behind me.
A rush of air escaped my lungs.
It was him, Albazar.
He wasn't in his normal redskinned form. His black hair was permed to perfection and it parted to a side. The ends of his hair were flaky and some strands fell loosely above his oliveskinned face.
He stood in his normal stance, an arm behind his back. My breath hitched when I saw his crimson globes gazing at my form.
I won't lie, I was scared of him. Him being the strongest warrior in hell was no joke. The red suit he wore, glued tightly to his muscular build, erupting folds anywhere a muscle bugled out.
/"What is it brother, you seem so shocked seeing me./" He smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. /"You should be exciting no?/"
How could I be excited? My worst nightmare was standing in front of me.
