Azreal shut his eyes, looking like he was trying to use some sort of meditation technique to bear the pain.
“Not as much as what I’m going to do to you when you let me out of these chains,” he promised, a smirk spreading across his lips despite the jagged pattern of his breathing. If Jophiel was so hellbent on bringing back the old Azrael, he sure as hell was going to feel the consequences of it himself too.
“Is that going to be before or after you destroy your little abominations? Oh yes, I do know what you’ve gotten mixed up in, brother.”
He didn’t take the threat to heart, mostly because he wasn’t personally going to be the one to let Azrael out of those chains. He had a plan in mind for that and it was easy to work with since he had already stolen the cell phone.










