"Amara." A bland voice peaked behind Atlas. Kana lifts her face to meet the person walking up to them, and instantly finds her father's void eyes fall on her.
Atlas's forehead creased as the man stood behind him, but Azazel didn't care passing him a look. He stood there and acted as if only emptiness remained at his side.
He looks at his daughter, and says, "There are rules in this house you must remember to uphold at all times. One, never involve yourself with the weak, especially omegas."
He dominates the whole room with his presence; a black mist seemed to have formed itself around him as the air turned poisonous, making the mere act of breathing a painful struggle. And chains. Chains are creeping onto their skin.
Kana could feel her throat constrict again. But this time she isn'
