The man looked at those crimson red eyes, boundless terror invaded his mind, and he didn't answer the unknown son of his. No, he couldn't answer, not with that mighty power pressing down on him like a damn mountain.
Not getting any answer, Axel revealed with a smile, "I wonder how your expression will be when I kill your family, right in front of your very eyes. At least that much should be fair, right?"
His father's expression finally changed as he roared like a madman at that statement, "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY FAMILY!!!!"
"ANYTHING BUT MY FAMILY, ANYTHING…." the man pleaded with utmost desperation.
But Axel laughed, hearing that pleading desperation, "Hoooo-HAHAHAHAHA-haaaa…"
He laughed like it was the biggest joke ever; he loved seeing that feeling of desperation, despair, and anger on the man's face. The very man who was perhaps the one most responsible for his mother's misery. He didn't care about himself that much; he was Axel Nomrad, not Ashborn.
