World 4.42

"Where is he?!" 

The teacups from the table bounced, and the liquid inside it spilled from the sides. Prince Elric slammed his palm on the small round table where the Emperor, his father, was sitting. 

He had no time to chat with his evil father. He had no time to tell him a long story about his life when he abandoned him. Even if he tells everything, the fact that his old man left him and tells the entire empire that he's dead won't change. Just by thinking these thoughts made his heart burn in anger. 

A light chuckle escaped the Emperor's lips, who remained in his composure. He took the cup of the tea from the round glass table and twirled it, watching the liquid dancing inside. "How rude," he stated. "Is this how you greet your father after so many years of not seeing each other?"

Elric's hand irked, and it again slammed on the table. "FATHER?!" He snarled, deepening the syllables with hatred. "How dare you call yourself a FATHER?!" He yelled.