Hopeless
___*** Rosé's POV: They stared at each other, darting death glares but Jacob stood taller than Michael who seems really pissed off, learning that he has to protect him. No angel can harm him now especially now that Michael knows Jacob is the mission. "Gabriel, you're really certain that this demon is the boy in the prophecy?" He asked, scoffing and eyes locked at the taller man who's across the room. Both of them do not dare go near each other. "Gabe, are you sure that this... small man... is an archangel? Let alone the leader of the angel armies?" Jacob scoffs in return, rolling his eyes before letting out a terse, insulting chuckle. "Would you like some proof?" Michael's stances as if he's ready to draw his sword. "Go on then... Ruin the mission... I'll be sure to drag you to hell
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