The unknown man stood up, making his way straight to Draven, who stood still. He grabbed onto his shoulders, whispering into his ears, "Go on, son. Kill him."
"He has ruined your whole life. It's time for you to get your revenge, and perhaps after you do, you might just come with me to where you truly belong. I'll try to be the type of father you've always wanted—the sort of father he couldn't be to you. Kill him," his lips stretched into a smile.
Draven stared at Old Master Lenort and reached over his hand, grabbing the man.
"You. Are. Not. My. Father!" He scowled at him.
The unknown man, known as Lucifer, the king of the underworld, burst into laughter, utterly amused.
"Your appearance right now is not enough to make you believe so, is that it?" He pointed at Draven's body but widened his eyes in the next moment. "Oh, you can't see. Pardon."
