"Luciel! Why did you bring this clean freak?!" Helen yelled at her husband, sending him daggers as she placed her hands on her hips.
"You know, there was a reason why my room was always off-limits for him!" She shouted, getting closer and pressing her finger against Luciel's chest.
She never liked having Alex visit her place, not even the house she and Luciel shared.
When Luciel had been proclaimed dead, the house became a garbage truck, Alex was the one who cleaned it up, but Helen was left with PTSD as a result.
He kept nagging her over the tiniest of details. Every corner had to be spotless, including the dust behind the sofa.
"And my room is off limits to Luciel and any other vampires he brings!" Alex added, wanting to put Luciel in a tricky situation as a revenge of some sort.
He still couldn't forgive him for what he had done and vowed to haunt him until his dying breath.
