"Yeah yeah, tough cookie, right." He dismissed with boredom.
"The fact that you were the second man to ever impress me, speaks volumes.. but things could change."
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โDo you not remember even back then? I didnโt submit to you, you didnโt break me easily, and even when you did, was I truly broken?โ Raising an eyebrow.
He clicked his tounge. He wasn't one to reveal his cards too quickly, yet he also enjoyed a thrill.
"Your husband is the biggest blackmail bargaining chip in my entire arsenal."
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He arched a small brow as the word blackmail slipped from his lips. โYou have nothing on me.โ No one did. Alastor never allowed himself to make that mistake.
โIntuition you say? And what is your intuition telling you now?โ
Aster seemed way too calm, as if he wasn't dancing with potential death right now.
"Blackmail, resources, and intuition.." he said as he sat against the edge of a table.
"I wouldn't have the position I do now, if I allowed myself to be apprehended."
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โEscape me?โ He repeated the word, as if it was new to him.
No one ever really escaped Alastor; he just had a habit of allowing people to think they actually got what they wanted. It was a game. A game he learned while serving in Hell - by Lucifer.
โAnd tell me; what โ
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Arching his brow, Alastor eyes narrowed.
โSince when do you run these kind of โerrandsโ?โ His eyes refocused on the demon. He wasnโt goin to acknowledge what the letter said or the fact it came from his father.
He was going be a dead man soon enough.