CHAPTER 112 Meeting Ares

　　Bernael's POV

　　I'd challenge anyone to find a better armoury than what stands before me. Lucifer, Zeus and even the almighty angels would struggle to compete with my compilation of ancient and modern-day deadly weapons that line my walls. Running my fingers over the cool metal of a sword, a sense of satisfaction washed over me; it had taken me years to cultivate my collection.

　　Looking down at my son, who was panting pathetically, I found myself snarling at him in disgust. He had always had so much potential; his ability to shut off from his humanity and get shit done was his biggest strength! We had spent years studying the world's monsters; he knew to research and investigate them before striking! Learn what made them tick and what made them weak, then use that knowledge to destroy or manipulate.

　　Which is what I had tasked him to do with Abigail. I needed her to take her place by my side like my son and be an asset to this family. Given her mother's hatred and fear of me, I k