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He stepped forward—cloaked in black, skin smooth like polished obsidian, eyes silver like twin moons drowning in ash. Azrael. His smile was the kind that could freeze oceans. “Well,” he purred, voice smooth like poisoned velvet, “look at what my little project has become.” Malik placed himself in front of Sarai instantly, fire flickering along his forearms like burning veins. “Touch her,” he growled, “and I will tear you apart molecule by molecule.” Azrael’s grin widened. “Still dramatic, I see. Still sentimental. Still weak.” Malik charged— —and Azrael raised a single hand.

He joined forces with Verge Tower and gradually surrounded the black energy. Azrael did not even realize what was going on but continued to taunt Philip. “I'm not someone to be trifled with, but don't worry, I’ll make a strong comeback with your body, and I’m grateful for that. “However, your little rabbit won’t be so lucky. It’ll become my first meal of the day. I haven’t eaten a bite in many years, so it’ll be nice to have a delicious meal of rabbit meat,” Azrael said happily as if Philip was doomed for sure.

Hated that he could sit there like nothing had happened while my chest tightened at the sight of him. Angel pulled out a chair for me across from him and left the dining hall immediately. “Good morning.” I took the seat opposite him, smoothing my dress as I sat, keeping my back straight and my hands folded neatly in my lap. “Morning.” Azrael picked up his cutlery, took a single bite, then set it aside. “Everything tastes dull.” I raised a brow. “Why?” His gaze lifted slowly, settled on me without haste. “Because everything has lost its taste since I tasted you.”

It was late, but they were still serving sandwiches and soup. I ordered a grilled cheese and tomato soup. It is comfort food for people who still believed comfort existed. While I waited, I scrolled through my phone. Mistake number one. Azrael’s name was everywhere. “AZRAEL DE LUCA : DEAD IN PLANE CRASH WHILE FLEEING FEDERAL INVESTIGATION.” I felt the air leave my lungs.

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And knowing you as well as I do, I imagine it will have been quite a while since my passing before you finally open this letter. "We really did have something beautiful once, and that's why it hurts so much to know you've never loved me. I'm only writing to say one thing—thank you. For seven years, you let me believe in a beautiful dream. Now that it's over, it's time for me to go. Don't waste your time missing me." Conrad read my last note without showing a single flicker of emotion. Then, like a man hell-bent on punishing himself, he pored over the chat records I'd leaked to the paparazzi—reading them once, then twice, then again and again. He drowned in those messages from dusk till dawn.

Well after all, this is his world so it'd be natural if she can feel it. As she steps further into her piece, she saw a boy whose hair is long, his body so skinny, his face almost looking like that of the corpse bride. It looks like the boy is on his way to dying, just in this dim vintage looking place, his ice blue eyes dull. Why is she seeing things like this? Is the Angel of Death disrupting her peace? When Amorivia opened her eyes, her breathing heaved. She puts a hand over her heart, feeling it beating inside of her.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Luna snaps suddenly, and instinct makes me look towards whatever is irritating my new Luna. When my eyes land on the injured female about six feet from me, her water lily scent smacks me in the face, and my wolf starts howling. As my world shifts entirely and my mind tries to play catch up with the hurricane of emotion inside me, the angel with the heavenly scent looks toward my family in pure terror. The word Mate explodes in my brain, and all mourning evaporates.