In the 545 years I've walked this cursed world, I've seen it all—torture, temptation, the endless thirst for power. Yet now temptation stands right before me, eyes blazing with a defiance and anger that mirrors my own. This is the temptation that could either shatter me or become the salvation I've been starving for. My heaven and my hell are wrapped up in one person—a soul better off staying untainted by me. I won’t decide what to do with my father until I figure that out.

"If you ran your sword more than your tongue, you wouldn't be half as bad as you are now," I say, voice flat, barely hiding the smirk that wants to break free at the face that answers.

Beautiful, I think to myself - an understatement