Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1904

Chapter 1904 The Monster You Feed (Part 2)

"Trion may be a shitty son, but I'm still his father. Before allowing him to stay, you should have asked my permission!" Raaz repeatedly poked at Lith's chest in fury, uncaring for the broken nail he got from it and the bleeding it caused.

Whoever the person in front of Lith was, he wasn't Raaz Verhen. Not anymore.

It was a wounded animal wearing his skin. A rabid beast that would bite anyone who came close to him, in the hope that spreading his disease would relieve his symptoms.

Seeing how low the man he loved and respected had fallen, made Lith's heart tighten. He felt terrible at the idea of having left his mother alone for so long, ignoring the problem while he spent his days happily with Kamila.

'Thank you. If not for you, I would have let this fester, believing that Dad just needed time to recover. Thank you for being here with me.' He said via a mind link while holding her hand and letting Raaz vent his anger.

In that unexpected storm, she was once again his silver lining.

'That's what family is for.' She replied while squeezing his hand to give him strength.

"You are right, Dad. I'm sorry for hiding it from you." Lith said, his eyes low like an unruly child scolded by his father.

"You better be. Now bring that asshole here. I've waited years to give him a piece of my mind and I'm not going to wait one second longer!" Raaz said.

The left feathered wing popped out of Lith's back, revealing the red-veined black feather bearing Trion's rune. The sight triggered something deep inside Raaz's mind. He instinctively recognized the mystical rune as the one he had named his son after.

Yet it didn't make him feel any better. Quite the contrary, the memory of the effort to find an auspicious name for their secondborn, just to receive so much pain from him made Raaz's anger flare again.

A flick of Lith's wrist conjured his brother, yet he didn't look like a Demon. Trion was back to his human appearance, 1.65 meters (5'5") tall, his face similar to Raaz's.

He still wore his uniform of first lieutenant, the shadows that composed his hair shaped like a military cut. If not for his features flickering in shades of black and white, it would have been hard to believe that he was dead.

"Hi, Dad." He said.

"Don't you dare call me dad!" Raaz replied. "You lost that right when you walked out of my home, our home. You have always been a failure of a son, a bastard who made his mother shed countless tears, but we were stupid enough to never stop loving you.

"Tell me, young man, do you think that just because you are dead everything is forgiven? That you deserve a free pass for all the shit that you did while you were still alive just because for once you did the right thing?"

The two men were about the same height, but while the older looked bigger due to the frenzy possessing him, the younger looked as small as a shameful child.

"No. I don't think so." Trion replied.