The man with rough and dancing hair walked around Northern. Although he looked quite miserable, his presence was all but miserable. In fact, Northern had not felt this threatened by anything since he became a Daemon, not even Rehema.
"You tore down the walls of the Empire, and harmed your own brother; that goes against all I can allow you to do, little brother. Even if you're the baby of the house. And are throwing a tantrum… which very much is allowed. Harming blood is too far."
Northern was still, cautious and analyzing the man.
The man tilted his head and gave him an incredulous look.
"Get out of my soul, you'll find nothing there, I promise you."
Immediately Northern felt a blank. He had been trying to deeply understand this person's form with his eyes but after he spoke, the form seemed to not exist anymore, as if it was written off.
Finally, Northern's lips curved. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
