"You don't have to keep pretending in front of me,'' Atlas turned around to look at his elder son, the son he did not know he had, ''I know you are familiar with that girl somehow.''
Aleister calmly looked at the man he was supposed to call 'father' but he had yet to do that.
He did not hold a grudge against Atlas because the man had suffered in his own tragic way when all he wanted was to be with the woman he loved.
''She will go back today to the sea today because it is the last day of this blessing ritual. Your injuries have healed, son. You have my powers... divine. Pure divine powers,'' Atlas could not hide the pride on his face as he walked to stand beside him, ''You don't know how much I need you here...'' he looked at Aleister's familiar face in longing.
''I am not Adeline Daven,'' Aleister said coldly.
The man's expression shifted. Suddenly, his immortal face seemed to have aged as creases appeared between his brows.