Deimos growled as he glanced over his shoulder. Meters away from him was his son, lying flat on the ground. He could still feel Hugo's pulse beating and vibrating against the ground.
'Daniel, take everyone... out of the palace,' he ordered telepathically, setting his eyes back at Azazel through the thick fog. 'Don't open the gates unless I say so.'
Daniel, who was near Hugo's figure, turned his eyes to his father's figure, wide-eyed. 'Father, how can I --"
'These are the Emperor's orders, Crown Prince.' Deimos' voice was firm and authoritative. 'Protect my children at all costs. The Imperial Palace is my place. Therefore, I have a say about who will stay and leave.'
'Your Majesty...' Daniel's breathing grew heavier as he slowly shifted back to his human form. He barely blinked, staring at Deimos' broad back.
"Are you saying... to leave you here?"
