At the Riverside Club, Helios sat, his eyes, a pair of crimson orbs staring at the man who stood in a posture of utter respect. His head bowed, not daring to raise it and make contact with the face of his master, yet the displeasure that Helios emitted was profound, and even the slightest provocation would claim his life.
"Why would you let him get to her before you took care of him?" Helios inquired. His gaze was as dangerous as it had been since he learnt of the happening at the Park in Maple Ridge. "Has occupying that body made you incompetent?"
He dared not reply to those words. Otherwise, he just might not have another opportunity to redeem himself.
"Leave that body this instant," Helios ordered, suddenly repulsed by the mere sight of it alone.
Without any form of protest, the phantom left the body it occupied and now stood in its true form. A dark ghostly entity.
