Damian's eyes reopened, and this time there was no trace of amusement left in them. Only annoyance remained. He slowly sat upright and glanced toward Rin and Biron, who were still on the table, both wearing unusually stern expressions after witnessing the exchange with Sol.
"Sol doesn't see us as an ally anymore." Damian said, his voice low as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
"Of course. You have achieved something no one has done. Not even him. Even if he considered you human, he is bound to go after you to satisfy his sin. Remember he is the personification of pride. No one is allowed to outshine the master." Abel shrugged from Damian's shoulder, his tone matter of fact.
Damian dug his hands into his hair and pushed them back before leaning into the chair. The conversation with Sol replayed in his mind, particularly the way Leo had tried to lure him toward Aurelios and the killing intent he had sensed throughout the palace.
"That means I'm on my own now."
