The voice he heard had him spinning to face his brother. His one good eye narrowed. It wasn't a littermates but it was the funky looking brother with the mop top. His eye glanced the brother over, looking for his scars and memorizing the new adult look of one of his brothers. He saw no scars and his emptied eye socket lifted a brow to him. His own scars were old, earned as a child, the eye gone long ago. "Haven't heard that name for almost three years Ganta. Three very long years. But of course you wouldn't care about that now would you? You and the others all received his love while I was forced to fight day in and day out. Beat into being the obedient punching bag of a sick fuck. And where were you? Where was father?" his words left him with a snarl. His tail Started lashing. If sin was dead then these jack assess deserved nothing from him. Paradox, forsaken and Enigma, those three would earn his rage next then. They left him to die, didn't even care to find out where he was, who had taken him. "Everyone for themselves in this family right?... Hellstrom will rise under my name Ganta, this family will be great under my rule, the name of Rikeros Hellstrom will be both feared and respected. Will you stand with me? Or do I have to cut you down?" He was Hellstrom and he was proud to be the ferocity that that namesake meant.