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- Azriel - Chasing Lucifer had exhausted many of the angel troops. Azriel expected difficulties with Lucifer and thought of every sacrifice as necessary. 'Killing our kind is a specialty of yours. Soon though, soon you'll feel the same despair we did.' Azriel had setup plans with Cytus prior. He knew the parasite would attempt to go after Lucifer directly, so he made sure to correct the potential mistake. "Go to the highest roof you can. You'll be more useful as a sniper." Azriel had said to Cytus.

Her wait was finally over. ............................................................. The book is not rushed. There are many more chapters to come. We've just reached half of the book. I didn't want readers to waste their coins more on transition chapters so I put it all in one chapter. It might have seemed rushed. Moving forward, you can expect some cute moments between Azriel and Sienna. About Cornelia, she is still in the picture. You will find out about her very soon. Hope you liked the chapter. For more, keep voting.

The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty. “We’re on our own,” I said into the bond. Beki gave me a grim nod. “Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?” She raised a paw to shrug. “What is this?” Azriel shrieked. My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades. “What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.

I-SHIRLEY CHAPTER 20 “Yeah -- it’s tonight. I’ll be on the plane right after.” “Oh okay, Alright! We’ve missed you… I’ve missed you. Arch is dying to see you.” “I know right! He’s been texting and calling me all the time. And now I feel really bad because ignore each one of them.” Said Azriel as she reluctantly buried her face in her hands. “Ha-ha, Az Cap… You do realize he’s my baby brother right?”

Believe it or not, Athaliah was his mate, he was in his right to hate me for what I did. But he didn’t. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. “That would only get you beat up, beta.” I flexed my muscles. “Do you want to get beaten?” I asked with a snide smirk. Azriel shrugged and looked at the people. “I never get beaten. I get even. You missed me by the hair the last time, I have come very far from what I used to be, Alpha.” “Are you challenging me to a duel?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, and the people’s roar became louder - So loud I could feed off their excitement. I wanted to do it.

Everything was happening too fast. Aria was halfway to Azrael now. Through our bond, she sent waves of love to both her mates, along with a sense of finality that made my blood run cold. The memory of losing her mother played again — the pain, the emptiness, the years of wondering. She wouldn't let that happen again, no matter the cost. “Such devotion,” Azrael purred. “Coming to trade your life for mommy's? How predictable.” His free hand rose, dark energy gathering around his fingers. The corruption in his power had grown stronger since our last encounter. It felt like rotting flesh and fever-dreams, making several nearby warriors gag.

You're almost there! Keep on walking under the sun with undeniable pain and a weak body, it feels like an endless journey, and I have to endure it. I had a choice to give up or keep on moving, and I chose the latter. Finally, I reach the gate with its walls that are so great, tall, and mighty. Pat yourself, Zeiah! Good job! You did it! I paused and smiled bitterly when suddenly every single thing turned dark. I feel nothing, completely nothing. What's happening? What's wrong with me? I can't breathe, Mama!

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.

Those workouts drained me the most, but I felt myself geting stronger every day. September was halfway gone now, the Firelight Festival looming on the horizon. I listened to Torrance babble on about the upcoming night, feeding off her livelihood and exuberance. Moments with Torrance felt so light in comparison to the dark, heavy cloud that sat above my head. We'd grown closer with Alex, as well, and as the days waned on we found ourselves falling into routine. We'd meet before training in the same spot on the bleachers, a neat little spot carved out just for us. Alex had found his footing when it came to sparring, but his movements were still awskward and sluggish compared to ours. We gave h