Raphael's words infested the air with deeply buried hatred. His eyes remained fixed on his father's offensive state, his grip on the latter's fist strong enough to hold him in place, though not enough to cause the old man any sort of pain or discomfort."... You punk, after all these years, you still have a sharp mouth," Gorden soon said, gritting his teeth as he relented. Seeing his father's reluctance to press any further, Raphael let go, allowing the old man to return to his previous position."You call it having a sharp mouth. I see it as calling out rubbish when I see it. Same thing, different interpretations," Raphael shrugged. "Still, that's not really why I came here. Sure, asking about your condition came naturally, there's no point in simply knowing about it if I can't even do anything about it. You know how Leo and the others are about this matter, they won't allow me help you in anyway. They see it as me 'extending a hand to the weak which they don't deserve' according to

The grievous battle carried on across the plains of Fluxton. Houses were set ablaze, civilians were massacred at a frightening pace, and their already desecrated streets were quickly metamorphosed into a sinister arena of combat and bloodshed. No one knew anything about the enemy—their origins, nature of their powers, and intentions—all were masked in an odious visage of despicable malevolence. Ezeikel maneuvered his way through the ensuing conflict, the focus of his conquest emerging in sight as his jaws clenched harder. Just a few meters away, lying helplessly along the rocky path, an old man remained unconscious, a gaping wound stretching across his chest and abdomen, and a swelling pool of blood expanding all around him. 'Father…!' he covered the distance, grabbing his father's still body before departing from the battlefield immediately. He ran as fast as he could, hoisting Kennedy atop his back as he swivelled past the deathly exchange of attacks between vampires and creature