Count Synder abruptly stood up. He scanned the surroundings, used his senses to the fullest but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Looking for me?” The masculine voice sounded again.

He turned towards the source, towards the crouch which was still warm from his wife’s ass. A young man sat there, his legs crossed. Half of his face was that of an angel’s and the other half was that of a demon’s.

“That’s rude you know.” The young man smiled. “Comparing me to an angel.”

The man frowned. He took a defensive stance, clasping the hilt of the sword with both hands and began to circulate his magical energy. “Are you from the Rebellion?”

“No.” The newcomer said. “But unfortunately for you, our goal happens to be the same.”

The man knitted his brows further. Why was father not here yet? Was he unable to sense the intruder’s presence as well?

The grip on the sword’s handle got tighter. This enemy- was dangerous.

“I have long heard that the Synder family is the one that uses the best.” The youth stood up. “Would you please demonstrate?” He touched his chest like a gentleman.

The man amplified his focus as he kept his eyes on the youth. His defensive stance shifted to an offensive one. He strode one step forward, bent both of his knees and sprang towards the enemy. The moment his feet left the ground, air boomed right under his soles propelling him forward with breakneck speed.

In a split second, he closed the distance, his sword raised high in the air. Another explosion happened right at the wrists, driving the sword down in a flash.

The youth dodged the slash, just as he expected. Air exploded just before him, completely halting his momentum. He swirled around with another boom, his sword sweeping from the side.

He missed again. The young man disappeared. He pulled off the brakes, and rotated to a stop. He took a defensive position yet again as he peaked his senses. But there was nobody in the mansion except him and the usual residents.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs.

“What happened?” The previous head of the house got down to the hall. He had black eyes and greying hairs.

“There’s an intruder.” Count Synder said. “He is a young man with a half scarred face. He is dangerous. Even you failed to sense his presence.”

The old man frowned. Realising the gravity of the situation, he spread his senses to the maximum. Feeling no abnormalities, he began to decrease the range- intensifying the sensitivity.

Just when it reduced to five meters, something appeared behind. He span around, prompting his son to turn to the direction as well. A young man clad in black stood with his hands behind his back.

“How bold of you.” The half faced youth smirked. “You left your women and children above- alone.”

The Count widened his eyes, but the old man remained calm.

“They are not weak.” The previous head said.

“Oh. Is that so?” The youth smirked.

The half faced grin sent chills down their spines, giving them a terrible sense of foreboding.

Slow footsteps began to reverberate throughout the otherwise quiet atmosphere. It came from the direction of the stairs.

A completely unknown woman- a beauty with icy blue hairs and purple eyes- walked down the stairs.

Both of the men’s hearts clasped.

“How weak were they?” The demon asked.

“I don’t know.” The demoness answered. “There was no resistance at all.”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Count Synder boomed forward. His father, a level 9, brandished his sword and joined in as well.

Adrian tapped the orb, summoning his pair of claw gauntlets. He put them on in a jiffy and reached out both of his hands, stopping both of the powered attacks- one with each hand. He took a step back; the waves of the attack tore the clothes on his arm apart. Cracks sounded out from the arm that stopped the old man. He could not afford to dodge. Irene was just behind him.

She raised her palm high in the air, a large icy blue circle appeared and began to slowly twirl around.

“Gentlemen, thank you for your time.” Adrian pushed the swords away and stepped back. Irene put her other hand forward, grabbing his shoulder.

The circle above stopped spinning, so did the wheel of time.

The two men only had one foot on the ground, the other was still on the air- recovering from Adrian’s push.

Adrian did not wasted any time and shadowed forward, instantly appearing before the duo.

He drove both of his hands into the men’s solar plexus and snatched their hearts. Drops of blood spilled outside, but they stopped in the air just before their chest- unaffected by gravity or inertia.

Adrian walked past them and squeezed their hearts. Not even half a second passed.

The circle began to rotate again before it misted into the air. Time started flowing again.

The two men’s feet finally landed on the ground. But the moment it did, unbearable pain assaulted their chest. They lost all strength and fell down on their backs.

The sprays of blood that were lingering in the air splashed to the ground.

The father and son duo’s eyes were on the ceiling. Soon, the demon walked between them. He was holding red fist sized sacks over their faces, blood spilling onto them.

Heart?

That was the last thought they ever had before they breathed their last.

Adrian dropped the heart on their faces before walking to Irene.

“How much time do you need?” He asked.

“It was only half a second. Fifteen minutes is enough for me to reach the peak. Have you killed everyone?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “The wives, the children and the servants.”

“Good.” He tapped the orb, sending two high grade ice magic crystals on her way. “We will send sound the alarm after ten minutes.”

She caught the crystals and sat down on her knees before closing her eyes.

“It’s about time we pour gasoline on the fire.”