On cue, two heads snapped to the source of the chilly voice. As the beam of light vanished into thin air, what remained before them was the emotionless arch angel – Michael the Loyal. His hands were inside his unstained white-colored cotton pants as he c****d his head while waiting for the answer of his son. Michael the Loyal did not even spare the demon prince a second glance as if by merely looking at demon prince was a big insult for his divinity.
Damon could not help but scoffed from the clear display of racism from the being that was supposed to be the most righteous one among all the other races of the worlds. The irony! Crossing his arms before him, he c****d his head as well, gaze transfixed to the arch angel. He was getting his middle finger ready should the oh-so-righteous Micha
