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Mix Breeds

THAN'S POV

I left Christopher to a nephilim and i wasn't even worried one bit. I was just waiting for that dirty lying bastard to finish with his meeting.

After 10 minutes, he appeared right in his throne smiling at me. "Well, what brings you here uninvited?"

"We need to talk. Privately.", i was eyeing at every single servant and guards who was there. Emos dismissed them and now it was left with me and his filthy face.

"Were you going to talk about that necromancer?", he went down from this throne and was carrying a glass of martini.

"Christopher is doing well but your trusted little servant of yours, not so well.", i was on guard with what might happened next.

"Oh? You meant my little Seraphim.", he was smiling with his fang sticking out.

"Why.", i asked with a furious expression.

He threw his martini at the wall and suddenly reappeared behind me. "Why are you suddenly so interested in her kin?", he whispered in my ear and every hair on my body stood up.

"What are you going to do with her."

"Everyone has their own dirty little secret. How about this? Let's exchange a secret but not just any secret, a juicy one.", he suggested but i immediately refused.

"That was a quick response. It seems you have a juicy one up in your mind.", i gave him a death stare while clenching my fist.

"Oh, if you're going to start throwing punches, we both know who would win."

I smirked and replied, "Right. You were always the violent one."

"That's what makes me powerful than you'll ever be. You are soft unlike your sister!", he giggled but i could take it anymore and punched him across the room.

"So that's what triggers you? Pathetic!", he yelled at me across the room. I reappeared right in front of him to throw one more punch but he caught my hand.

"We're best friends right?"

"You shut your filthy mouth. Trapping a nephilim right under my nose, you don't deserve that title.", this time his eyes turned red and he pushed me back.

"A nephilim? Is that what you thought she is?", he was laughing hysterically. He came up to me and snapped his finger. This time, we were in his room.

"Let's talk like adults for once, huh? No throwing punches just words.", he told me.

I spit out some blood on his carpet and he pointed a finger at me. I was all healed up and no scar was on me.

"Now, did my Seraphim say something to you?", he ask.

"You lied to her about the scar on her neck and what she truly is.", i spat ay him.

"I did what i had to do. It's the only way that she would live."

"You brainwashed her. What did you do to her parents?!", i asked and he gave me a slight giggle.