Where it all began

Azalel was held in a dark cold place. He was not even allowed to take a step out. As though he could, he can barely move a finger even if he tries.

“Master,” he heard Lucas’s voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m almost there. I shall get you out as soon as I can.”

“No, don’t,” they spoke through telepathic means. “I will find a way to get myself out. As for you, find a way to warn the angels of my father’s plan.”

“Are you planning to rebel against your father?”

“No. I want to get to him first. And kill him. So that, Muriel’s safety will be guaranteed.”

“I shall do as you say. I’ll come back after relaying your message. Be strong and wait for me to come back.”

He let out an amused laugh.

“Are you worried about me, Lucas?”

“I’d rather serve a spoiled prince like you than your father. So, do hang in there until I came back.”

“Roger that, my friend.” he didn’t hear Lucas make a reply. But he was sure did not expect to hear that word from the prince of darkness himself.

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