Asparuh Gavril Zhefarovich the Third apparated back into the Foyer of the Zhefarovich Manor. Something wasn't right as soon as he entered, and he could feel it. This was not right. He could hear music coming from the ballroom that was only to be used on certain occasions. Before he would go there, he went into his lair to have a look at his tree. His eyes peered over it, and he could see that Leviathan made the deadline before that blonde was killed. To his amazement, Hades proposed to Etoile Lefevre, and he noticed that there was more dirty blood on the tree. A woman named Artemisia Knight-Styx. Part-Veela? This would not do. She was married to that other dirtied blood kid of Kalif's. He would have a good word with the ones he placed in charge of his family. This was his legacy, and Axel and Benjamen screwed it up. What were they doing in their free time? Asparuh looked up at the tall ceiling, before he apparated upstairs, and into the wing that belonged to Benjamen. He went into his study to find some sort of records. Hades' and Etoile's engagement was not previously approved, Kaleb and Artemisia survived the tests, but if Asparuh had administered them, both would have died. And then he found records of...a woman named Ivy Kingston. Was this who was distracting Benjamen from his work? That and a woman he found, nearly slaughtered and left behind so the family would be exposed. Axel took care of that. 'At least he did one good thing,' thought Asparuh in his mind. However, both were going to pay for this. Getting distracted over one female that might not even be pure-blood. He was disgusted, and outraged. Yet not a single emotion flickered on his face. There was nothing there but sheer coldness.
The Patriarch made his way out of the wings, back down the stairs, and soon enough walking to the ballroom. The doors were open when he could see it in his sights. Everyone he knew that he ruled over was in there, having a good old time. Ghosts and humans alike. He could see some that were not related. This couldn't be the Zhefarovich Ball that he threw only in the rarest of celebrations. And there didn't seem to be a logical reason why for this gathering. He stood over others, and with his onyx eyes, found his wife, and another man. He appeared to be trying to touch her as well, but she was refusing. Through those signs, he could tell that she was faithful, but the man was not wanting to be 'just friends'. Asparuh whipped out his wand, and he fired a powerful curse at the man, lighting everything up in red. His gut told him not to kill the man just yet, but the curse would render him paralyzed and in deep agonizing pain. And Asparuh heard the music suddenly stop playing, and the room seemed to stand still. Everyone stopped moving, and some glasses of wine or whatever they were drinking shattered to the ground. All eyes that Asparuh could see were on him, just as they should be. Asparuh looked over them all with his dark eyes, and after two years of not having a Patriarch, did they not remember that they needed to kneel at his mere presence? This family was going to change, and Asparuh was going to crack down hard. Asparuh spoke, his voice firm and in his native tongue, which was Bulgarian, "Two years of absence, and everyone suddenly forgets that they need to kneel." At those cold words that sliced through the silence like daggers, the family remembered.
"Axel. Benjamen. Before me, now," ordered Asparuh in a sinister, commanding tone. Finally the two men showed up after everyone has risen to their feet. He glared at them both as they looked at him. Both were in serious danger. Asparuh was even more dangerous now that he didn't have his complete soul in tact. He grabbed Benjamen by the throat and he hissed, "You ruined the family." With a toss, Benjamen went flying into the crowd, and he turned to Axel, "You were broke the laws and let this family soil because of some idiot woman." Asparuh shot a powerful spell at him, blasting him back as well. "I'm not through with you two yet. You'll be lucky if I let you live." He moved through the crowd, or rather they moved as he walked. He was now approaching the woman he married, and he stopped in front of her. He looked down at her with his cold eyes, feeling absolutely nothing. He looked back at the male that she brought with her, before he looked back at her, almost demanding the story there. Asparuh folded his arms across his chest, and he inquired, his language switching back to English, "Over the past two years, I see you with another man. A man trying to get you in bed yet you refuse his touch. I presume, you have kept our vows sacred." If she was hiding something, even if she had trouble with someone that could have harmed her, he thought that she should inform him. Any sort of threat, he would eliminate. "We have much to discuss, Danielle Zhefarovich." He would inform her of what he managed to do, as well as his son, Kalif. Kalif was the only shining light, but even he did not do anything to prevent this mess. It would not happen again.
