Prince Dagon Varkys had never doubted his sibling before. From what he remembered - he supported Azrael in his endeavors. Every time he tried to think otherwise, his brain took a jolt that forced his thought process back to his duty.
At first, he didn't notice it much...but since he return from his last assignment, and he heard about that woman's return and then execution. He had smelled her blood that was smeared on the wall once he returned - and it had ignited something in the back of his mind he hadn't been able to let go.
"I tried to wash out the residue - I failed a bit. My apologies, Prince Dagon." Natalie spoke as she knelt before him, unmoved and disciplined to await his orders further.
Lady Ashtar had done everything he asked. This was precisely what he had instructed, and even warned that red head would await her should she return...and yet... he was angry.
Some deep pit in the recesses of his soul was on fire.
