(Ciel)
I stood over my father, letting my darker side take over. The old man simply stared back, his expression as unreadable as before.
“You always underestimated me. Thought I was weak, didn’t you? But now you’ll see what you created.” My father remained silent, his eyes narrowing just slightly. He wasn’t going to be easy to intimidate, even in his weakened state.
“I’m done playing games,” I continued, circling him like a predator.
“You’ve been following my family, stalking me, and for what? To relive the past? To pretend you have any influence over me?” Finally, the old man spoke, his voice a low growl.
“You think you’ve won? Do you think taking on this persona will give you control? You’re still my son, and nothing you do will change that.” I felt a flash of anger, which made me
