"Huh…?" I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. My surroundings were strange too.
The others were in the room, Marc, Lucy, Alexander, and Damian.
"You're up!" Damian smiled.
"Master!"
"Lord!"
"Johnny boy!"
"No thanks to your father, he should pay more attention to his status," I chuckled.
"You took his favorite toy and beat his son to the edge of death, I'm surprised he didn't disregard everyone and kill you, that's why people say he's not a good leader."
"They do?"
"They say he's too calculating and cunning, your father understood the concept that strength was supreme and law, they say the father does not," Damian explained.
"Interesting, I'm sure he didn't like living in my father's shadow," I was beginning to form quite an interesting theory.
"It's already formed an inner demon for him, though he'd deny it."
"Anyways, where are we?"
