Recommended song: Copycat— Billie Eilish 

In midst of the chaos, both Lord Ivan and Lady Sarah were in panic as they heard from the guard a trespasser had entered their mansion, mercilessly killing those who stood in front of him. The guards came running with their silver sword on their hands, "We have short time, milord! We have to leave now."

"I am not leaving this castle!" Lord Ivan stressed his words, "Fleeing here will only prove that bastard could scare me! You said it was only one single person and all those guards with swords on their hands could not kill him?!"

Lady Sarah narrowed her eyes as she saw the head guard hesitated his words, "There are something you haven't said, is it? Speak now!"

"T-The trespasser is the young master, milord," the guard finally voice out the news that had earlier sent chill to his blood.

"Stultus is inside the house, what are you saying?!" Lady Sarah raised her voice, forgetting about Ian as it had only been a week since she had the boy beaten mercilessly. Judging by all the wounds Ian had before she left, she was certain it would take the boy months or years if he was lucky enough to not get crippled from the beatings he suffered.

"It's not the young lord Stultus, but—"

"It's me," Ian's voice rang out from the end of the room, standing near the door which he had opened with a single push of his finger. Seeing his parents standing and the other guards surrounding them to shield their masters, Ian stared at his surrounding with a curling smile. When his red eyes met the guards, all of them shivered.

Lady Sarah was beyond shocked to see who had came to the mansion. It was Ian! But how could that be? She had made sure he suffered injuries he won't be able to recover so soon yet here the boy was, looking healed and even more livelier than before but one can't ever miss the deep flaring anger on his eyes that goes hand in hand with his twisted smile.

When they saw overwhelming puddle of blood from behind the corridor Ian had passed by Lady Sarah and Lord Ivan was immediately alerted. Truly it was Ian who had came alone attacking and murdering all who stood between his path of revenge. 

"Oh, why do you two look so pale? I came home today, I expected a little more welcome than this," Ian took a step forward, causing the guards to stand down in fear. He begin to chuckle and taking another sudden step, he raised his voice, "BOO!" The guards who was startled by his scream dropped their weapon. Seeing their foolishness, Ian can't help but to smile wider. "Heaven, why are you all so tense?" He asked as if he didn't know who had made them scared.

"Y-You! How can you come here?!" Lady Sarah demanded for answer. She didn't know what black magic had the boy did but she knew it was impossible for normal human to be standing here after what took place. But what surprised the woman more was Ian's eyes that had changed from the deep black color to a bright growing crimson.

Ian tilted his head in question, "I entered through the front door, is it something that had to be questioned?"

"Don't play a fool to me! You aren't supposed to be here! I have made sure—" Lady Sarah's words felt short as Ian raised his left hand while keeping the one in the right behind his back the entire time. 

When Ian squeezed his thumb and index finger together, the woman couldn't open her lips nor raise her voice, resulting to her incoherent mumbling. Ian didn't hear the woman's words but he could tell her demanding order for him to open his mouth. 

"Shush, Sarah, speak more and I can promise that tongue of yours should be no where in your mouth ever again," Ian warned with his eyes glistening, his smile had fallen, casting a deep shadow of anger over his handsome face.

Lord Ivan was alarmed to this. He didn't know how Ian had been able to defeat all the guards, even killing them barehanded but seeing how easily Ian had shut Sarah's mouth, the man was convinced that Ian had followed his mother's believe in worshipping demons. "I have thought you well but you have fallen into believing demons! Guards, take him away!" The man ordered.

Though hesitant as Ian had killed many people until he arrived in the room, the guards believed that with their numbers Ian, who currently unequipped with weapons won't be able to go against them. Holding their swords out, the guards charged forward in unison. Red glimmered on the sword's blade, reflecting the crimson color of Ian's eyes. He sighed an in ease raise his hand, swiping it away for the guards to be hurled over the walls. The impact he threw the guards had been powerful enough to destroy the walls and the floors the guards fell flat to.

"Believing demons?" Ian continued his father's words while the latter's jaw fell slack upon seeing what his son had done. "That's wrong, Ivan. I don't believe in Demons. I am one," at the same time black feathers scattered on the air and Ian's wings appeared from his back. The heaviest pair of the wings which was on the lowest one swept the ground as it appears while the other two pairs spread it's mightiest self. And as if it wasn't enough to prove himself, from the side of his head, sharp horns lurked out and raise.

Seeing the changes on Ian, Lady Sarah screamed in shock while Ivan was a lost of words, his gaze nailed at the demon he had created.

Ian felt satisfied with the horror both Sarah and Ivan showed him but it wasn't enough. They still hadn't feel the pain.

"Are you praying to god now, Ivan?" Ian questioned as he took a step forward. Ivan didn't answer as if cat has got his tongue and tried to maintain his distance only to fall miserably on the ground after tripping from one of the guards' dead bodies that sprawled on the floor.

Ian enjoyed being the predator which satiate his anger, "Well, you shouldn't be because..." he drawled, uttering the words in a sing-song voice, "God won't help you now. Pray to demons instead, see if they would ever listen to the prayer of a wretched being like you. I, for one, won't."