Chapter • 127

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

Amber eyes, short hair.

I’d still be able to recognize that face anywhere.

"I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for being late," he said as he bowed in front of me.

Samael.

The angel Samael.

No.

The fallen angel - Samael. The one who fell not by choosing a side but by his own crimes in the midst of an internal war.

Angels fought all over the place, but Samael... he was busy using his brothers as lab rats.

It did not exist in all hell - who did not know this information -, and when I saw myself together that man, Calisto made sure to tell me.

'Don’t trust Samael' he told me that night as he looked at me with the same expression as someone who really cares.

Smile.

In the end, it wasn’t in Samael that I couldn’t trust.

"Don’t worry about it" I said as I reached out to the chair "sit down, Prince Asmodeus told me he wanted to... talk."

He nodded and bluntly sat at the table, his eyes fixed on me as if I were a rare creature.

That look had bothered me man
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