I stood before Azazel, the renowned Fallen Angel and Governor of the Grigori, with a table between us littered with vials of various potions, each one gleaming under the dim light of the room. Azazel, with his usual casual demeanor, examined the potions with a raised eyebrow, clearly impressed.
Me:So, Azazel
I began, my tone casual but firm.
Me:Name your price.
Azazel let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief as he looked over the potions.
Azazel;You know, Rex, seeing all this, made by a fifteen-year-old... it’s hard not to be impressed. But, damn, you’re full of surprises.
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips, and I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest.
Me:yup, I’m that awesome.
Azazel chuckled, his eyes flicking back to me with a hint of amusement.
Azazel:you certainly don’t lack confidence. But something tells me you didn’t come here just to show off your skills. So, what’s this really about?
I leaned forward slightly, my playful demeanor fading as I narrowed my eyes.
Me;It's about a certain someone’s birthday.
As the words left my mouth, my smile twisted into a hateful scowl. The mention of the occasion stirred something dark within me, a bitterness that I couldn’t suppress. Azazel noticed the change in my expression, his own amusement slipping away as he regarded me with a serious gaze.
Azazel:It’s Milicas, isn’t it?
he asked, his tone careful, as if he was treading on dangerous ground.
Azazel:your nephew... Sirzechs’ son.
I sneered, my lip curling in disgust. The mere thought of it brought back memories I’d rather bury, memories of a family that had cast me aside, of a clan that had exiled me like I was nothing. "Yeah," I spat, the venom in my voice unmistakable.
Me:I haven’t been to any of his birthdays after being exiled from the clan.
Azazel’s gaze softened, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied me.
Azazel:And yet, you’re here, bringing it up. So something’s different this time, isn’t it? I can see it in your face.
The air between us grew heavy, charged with an intensity that neither of us could ignore. I clenched my fists, feeling the anger simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. For a moment, I stayed silent, my mind wrestling with the emotions I’d tried so hard to keep under control.
Finally, I exhaled slowly, deciding to tell him the truth.
Me:It’s not just about Milicas. It’s about her. My former grandmother, Chysis Gremory. She’s the reason for all of this.
Azazel’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he remained silent, letting me continue.
Me:She’s just like her useless son Zeoticus, my father
I growled, the words dripping with contempt.
Me:I hate them both. And it doesn’t stop there. I hate my mother, too. And that bitch called Grayfia. And don’t even get me started on that worthless brother of mine, Sirzechs. And as for that bitch of a twin... the less said, the better.
The anger in my voice was palpable, each name laced with the bitterness that had festered inside me for years. Azazel listened intently, his expression unreadable as he absorbed my words.
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Redemption of Darkness: The Neglected Rias Brother"
AdventureRex gremory, younger twin of rias gremory, one would have expected him to grow up to be just like his brother, but unfortunately was born without the power of destruction infact even demonic power, his family, clan and race looked down upon him, he...
