Despite his brother's reassurances, Atlan couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anger. He felt used. It was a rare and unsettling feeling... especially at the hands of his self-absorbed eldest brother, Kaiser.
His brothers were well aware of the power and the authority he wielded. Kaiser knew that he had the capability to wipe out an entire species, and he had used this knowledge to his advantage.
By stealing Ares' seal, Kaiser had used it to issue a command that authorized the slaughter of the entire phoenix race.
Yes, it was thrilling. Thrilling was an understatement to be honest.
The terrified screams, the exquisite taste of rare phoenix blood. It was a culinary delight he couldn't get enough of. He had stockpiled the precious liquid in his mansion, savoring each drop like a fine wine.
His daily wish was that his supply would never dwindle, for he was hopelessly addicted to the intoxicating elixir.
