Azazel watches his eldest son gently place Amara down the floor. Her iced eyes are distorted with rage and her face blazed with rejection for the man. He could feel the floor thrill beneath his feet. His manor, the largest house in the land of Siline, is shaking. Shaking from the tantrum of a child.
A small curl hovered on his lips as he turned to his offspring and said, "What's this, Amara? What made you think you can refuse the will of the gods?"
He received nothing but the sound of crackles. Azazel glanced at the chamber's pillars and realized that they were beginning to c***k. It seems to him that his daughter will choose to ruin their mansion just to prove her point. He looks at her again. His cold navy eyes pierced through her defense as he countered with his own aura, "Don't dis
