"Father… I… have a… request"
The old man paused mid-motion, his hands still hovering over the ritual preparations as he glanced over at Crimson Shadow. His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he spoke, his voice cold and measured. "It's been ages since you called me 'father.' What is it that you want, Crimson Shadow?"
Crimson Shadow hesitated, his body trembling slightly as he stood before the old man. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't bring himself to back down. Not this time. "I… I want you to leave the kid alone," he said finally, his voice filled with desperation. "Use someone else for the ritual. Anyone but him."
The old man's brow furrowed, his expression growing stern and unyielding. "And why should I do that?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. "Give me one good reason, and I will consider it."
