"Father," Lennox spat, his voice trembling with a mix of hatred and disbelief.
A cackling, jagged laugh filled the room.
"Father?" the voice mocked. "I am not your father, you prick. I just wore his face and his scent to get close enough to ruin you."
The three brothers froze. Levi and Louis exchanged a look of pure confusion.
"What are you talking about?" Levi demanded, stepping toward the phone.
"Damon is dead, boy," the man sneered. "I am Neon. Your pathetic father died ten years ago. I was the one who cut his throat while he slept."
Lennox's eyes went wide, his irises flickering wildly. "So... all the things we thought our father did? The abuse? The traps? The war against the rogues?"
"All me," Neon laughed. "I enjoyed pretending to be him. It made breaking you so much sweeter. Your real father was a 'hero'—a weak, soft-hearted King. I wanted to see if I could turn his 'Trinity' into monsters. And look at you... you've grown up so full of rage."
