Devile stood in the dimly lit sitting room, his body still trembling from the frigid waters of his father's icy prison. He had gone through hell obviously but what hell was greater than the ruckus that was going on between Mira and Hermes? What other hell was worse than him finding out that both his wife and unborn child were in danger? What other hell was worse than the fact that the person he called brother was his worst betrayer?His mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information he had gathered so far. He knew he had to act swiftly to save Mira, but he was lost in a labyrinth of uncertainty.