Azaroth clenched his fists tightly, producing an audible crack. His body trembled visibly, and his eyes darted around like a kid caught stealing chocolate from a store. Almost immediately, he lost his composure, transforming from a mighty warrior into an ordinary boy who had made a mistake and knew his parents would scold him. But...
"Azaroth..." Veronica's voice cut through the air with icy precision.
"!!!"
...Veronica would be the one to scold him. And that could be considered a synonym for "death."
Completely by chance, Azazel turned his bald head towards his older brother, Azaroth, and... he froze. Goosebumps ran down Azazel's entire body, while his heart began to beat rapidly. His own older brother, who had been quite arrogant just a minute ago, now lay on the ground, oozing black blood that slowly filled and tainted the scent of the throne room. Wait, the throne room?!
