Ifrit's voice grew heavy with sorrow as he recalled the tragic events. "I believed Lucifer would understand, but I was wrong. He saw Clara, and in an instant, he snuffed out her life as if it meant nothing." His voice cracked with emotion. "'You are being controlled by this insect?' he sneered at me, his words laced with cruelty, as he tore out Clara's heart right before my eyes." The pain in Ifrit's voice was palpable, his heartache laid bare for Alastor to witness.
Ifrit's voice trembled with the weight of his memories. "I blacked out, my world shattered into pieces. Tears fell from my eyes, a mix of grief and anger toward Lucifer. In my fury, I destroyed everything in my path, fueled by the desire to avenge Clara. I didn't care about the consequences; all I wanted was to kill Lucifer. But he vanished before my wrath, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions." Ifrit's tale was one of immense pain and regret, his anger still smoldering beneath the surface.
