An Inherited Name

His father seemed weary and displeased, but it had little effect on Arthur. If this had been in the past, a mild change in the kind father's temperament was enough to make Arthur full of fear. After all, his beloved parent might be disappointed.

"You call me father now," said Seref as he turned toward the window. "I never raised a son so disrespecting. You had one job to do, Arthur, and you decided to do whatever the fuck you wanted."

"I am the creator, after all."

"I made you that!" roared his father as his fist slammed into the chair. "I am the source of your power, but you never took a moment to thank me for that!"

"You are the source of my suffering, father," replied Arthur without emotions as he walked toward the man. "And do you think shouting will intimidate me, you pathetic fool?"