Chapter 20

Blakely

I half expected Azrael to scold me for disobeying his orders, but he didn’t. Judging from the way he held the knife I’d thrown at his face he was a murder first, scold later type of God. Wait, a second. Could the god of death even die? Ugh, focus Blakely.

Too bad I still got an earful from Orion once Sephtis left.

Given my history of throwing objects at their faces, he made sure nothing was within range when lecturing me on the importance of following their commands. I tuned him out for the most part, making faces at him whenever his back was turned. I only chimed in at the end to let the three of them know that it was the mansion that let me out. None of them found it amusing, but it was the truth.

Apparently, catching the attention of the god of death wasn’t a good thing.

Obviously.

Still, it came as no surprise to me. I’d been marked for death since my birth. It followed me wherever I went, a constant shroud plaguing my life. The other kids in school could practically