Chapter 72

[1750 B.C.]Miguel's POV

"What did you say?" Rosnei and one of the idiots who called himself Seraphin stammered.

"I was... I was... with the saint, I was doing what you said and..." that fucking retard looked worse than a scratched record.

"By my holy cock! Speak right you scumbag!" Growled while kicking his stomach "did you lose your tongue while running from that bitch?"

I never thought that damn phoenix would be a problem, not after all she agreed to do for the bastard who called himself the king of demons. She had given up her memories, her powers and even her heart to Lucifer - the other idiot who gave up everything for the bastard who disgraced our sister.

"Talk!"

Another kick, but from what it seemed to me was too light, too light for a treat as he speak.

"A... The duchess!" he grunted looking about to cry.

Weak.

How the hell could those assholes be so weak?

"I didn’t know my father created things as disgusting as you