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In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge. As I saw his face, I felt my soul being pulled out of my body. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. My physical body fell to the ground, and I was left astrally projected, helpless to stop Azrael from claiming my soul. But then, Belzebub appeared, grabbing my lifeless body. He saw my astral form and knew he was too late. Azrael reached for my soul, but Belzebub, influenced by his vessel Samson's love for me, lunged at the Angel of Death, determined to fight for my soul.

Azrael said in a trembling voice as his eyes were wild in rage, "She was crying for me; I know it. I felt it in my bones, in my blood! And they dared... they dared to touch her? My Zafira. My mate. My queen. My child! I’ll tear their world apart. I’ll carve their names into the stones of hell before I let them breathe another second of peace. She’s mine! And whoever tried to take her... they’ve already written their death sentence. I’m not coming to rescue her. I’m coming to ruin them" .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“Or was she just caught between two monsters?” My chest clenched. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know anymore who the monster was. ---- An hour later, I felt her. The shadows shifted. The air chilled. And from the treeline stepped Lilith’s executioner - Azrael. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something… in between. His eyes were solid black. No whites. No soul. “You stole from our Queen,” he hissed. I stood and rolled my shoulders. “I’m owed more than she ever gave me.”

“No magic, and no godly lineage.” Of course, I thought bitterly. Squashing the small glimmer of hope in my chest that I’d somehow be able to defend myself against these immortals, I sucked in a deep breath and worked on wrangling my rage. “Thank you for telling me.” Azrael spun on his heel, then paused. “Am I forgiven?” “Oh, not even close.” I scoffed, and he grinned. Gliding from my room, he stopped a second time in the doorway. The raven strands of his hair flopped over his forehead, giving him a dangerous vibe that had my chest warming.

or with Azazel and Agnes.""I will go with Althea. Your sister can stay here," Katrina said and Darby gave a nod._____________________________"Why didn't you asked for the gemstone?" Azazel asked worriedly."Because I'm is not interested," she simply answered."What are you interested in?" he asked walking back and forth, hands crossed to his back."Playing games.""Your games will be the death of everybody including me..." Azazel stated impassively."Who cares about others," she let out a smirk feeding a hamster."What about me?" he asked, his face all serious."You give yourself too much credit."Azazel could just flutter his beautiful eyelashes.______________________________"Whose book is this?"

“Sleep, my light. Until the world is peaceful enough for you to wake.” Above, blood tears stopped falling. Valenfort’s sky turned pure black for the first time in years. But deep below, where earth still warmed — something stirred. Azrael — the sealed one — opened his eyes. Crimson light reflected in his pupils. A cracked smile echoed in the night: “Thank you, Lucien… you opened the final lock.”

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

“And you… stole my crown. And now you’ve brought her into it.” He glanced at me like I was a puzzle, dangerous and fragile all at once. “She doesn’t belong here. Neither of you do. But I will fix that.” The air shifted, heavier now, and the shadows leaned in closer to us. The underworld itself seemed to shiver at Kael’s presence. Before I could react, Azrael appeared. Not in judgment — not yet — but with the weight of eternity pressing down. Wings of iridescent white, sword sheathed at his side, eyes glowing with warning.

I grit out in frustration. Azazel shakes his head and approaches the stone altar, resting his hands on it and looking beneath it. “Bloody hell!” He yells out in defeat as he kicks out at the altar. The stone cracks and breaks beneath his fingers, sending fragments of rubble flying all over the place. That’s when I see it. Moving forward, I grip Azazel’s swinging arm and wave at a broken piece. “Look!” I call out as I approach the broken slab and push a few pieces aside. Azazel squats beside me and reaches for the book hidden inside the opening. The book is old and ripped, but there’s no doubt that it’s the answer to our conundrum. Azazel opens the cover and turns a few pages. His face bright