Sypher appeared as if he could barely stomach the words leaving his lips, "Young Master, surely you jest!" He forced a laugh as unbridled rage filled his cheeks. "You are not the Duke yet."
"And am I the son of the Second Infernal Monarch?" Altair asked in that calming voice deprived of humanity.
The Vampiric Lord gulped. "I-I—"
"My Lord," Bayra interjected with a smile. "It doesn't matter your identity. Whether it's true or not, it doesn't change the fact that you are someone with authority. I'm sure Lord Darkvien is aware of this fact."
"He'd be a fool not to," Ashara tacked on, singling out a red-colored cookie for her Master.
