Not going to call uncle

The spirit's words roused Eligos' wrath to a fever pitch and he threw himself at the ghost unthinkingly, aching jaws snapping for the traitor's throat. But, as one would have expected of a ghost, there was nothing there. Just a faintly cold spot, nist, and nothing. Eligos hit the ground hard and bounded back to his paws with another snarl. "My father died fighting to put you down for the shame you and your spawn would bring his family. I am Eligos Abraxas, son of Malleus, son of Amon, and I swear by the Fallen One I will strip every heretic creature you sired of His name or I will put them in hell with you." Blood from where he had split his lip slamming into the dirt mixed with blue ichor to drip from his fangs as he panted with the strength of his urge to put his father's killer back in the hell he deserved.