"It was necessary to protect him." Helios countered.
"From what?" the demon god asked, lounging as if bored. "He's a Supreme, isn't he? He's above High deities and they can't bind him."
The words landed hard, like a slap against marble.
"Were you not listening?" Helios growled.
"Actually," he yawned. "I stopped listening before the meeting began."
"Of course," Helios smirked. "I'd be surprised if your divine ears ever did their job."
Vaurenox smirked, slow and feral. "Why would I waste my time listening?" He scoffed. "I already knew what this farce would be—a self-congratulatory trial where the equally guilty play judge. You fear what your own son has become, and instead of letting him be him– the demon that he is, you butchered his soul into neat little compartments. Bravo, meat seller."
He clapped, his mocking clap echoing in the stunned silence.
Aethera remained still, but a faint smile curled at the edge of her lips. She loved that Helios was getting called out.
