Arthur's breath stopped.
His entire body froze.
His eyes widened in utter disbelief, his heart thudding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
"...No."
It came out barely above a whisper, his lips trembling.
"No... That—"
His thoughts were a mess, his mind reeling, screaming at him that this wasn't possible.
Cedric. The Golden Prince.
The hero who was betrayed and killed by Derek.
That hero...His father… was Hellbringer? A demon?
The very same demon he was supposed to take down? The one who disguised himself as his mentor?
"You're lying," Arthur said, his voice uneven, barely able to hold itself together, "T-That can't be possible... He—he died…How could my dead father be alive and a demon?"
Grace's gaze didn't waver.
"We thought the same. But he didn't die that day, Arthur. A miracle happened. A miracle mortals like us can't comprehend."
Arthur staggered back, shaking his head violently, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
This couldn't be true.
