Philip entered his apartment with his face bruised up from a fight. He wasn't the violent type but certain people ticked him off and he wasn't really in a good mood when they did. So he snapped and broke a bone or two.
His family doesn't use magic to hurt, because it only allows them to heal and their powers were one of the currencies of the supernatural world. The gods use it like drugs. But of course it has a different effect on mortals, he might not use it to kill but he could use it to reverse its effects. Too much isn't good for anyone.
So Philip sat there, contemplating everything that has happened in just a day.
Beside him was his desk drawer, which has a picture of him and his brothers on top of it. He can't look at it right now. He might bawl.
And then an idea came up.
And then an idea came up.
The few seconds it kept ringing was arduous since it could change his mind. But he waited.
Aside from that, their company has just reached it's lowest because of her and the fire. The company's worth just went down at the stock market and his father...his father is both angry and frustrated at the same time. If he's sad he didn't show it. Philip didn't really thought he could lose a loved one just like that but this happened, they both died and he didn't have a choice but take responsibility of everything.
As he stared at nothing, he promised not just to himself but to whoever he will find that they will regret making an enemy out of the de Silva family. A bold promise but nothing actually fuels him right now but frustration, anger, and grief. So he will wait.
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