He wanted to hear nothing of this nonsense. The one-eyed man stared scarlet-glowing emerald at his former Praeas, a suspicion in his gaze that had lurked there all along. He had never pictured her as innocent — no, he pictured no one as innocent, not even his son who seemed too timid to possibly commit a crime — but to try and level herself with him was inexcusable. Pelt at the man's neck stood on end, an augmenting fury restrained beneath heavying breaths and flexing talons.
I have tortured and murdered. Through teeth and a wry smile she hissed the words, as if pride lingered within them. Single eye thinned. She dare laugh about her crimes in the presence of the repentant sinner? Did Temo know of such things? Would her children? Was this what he had risked his life over, removing Lucifer from the picture after the Sawtooth had so wronged her?
Or was Lucifer's act only part of her punishment?
"You find this funny?" he said, gravel in his tone, cold in his breath. No fury, no anger — just an unflinching, hooded stare.
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