Chapter Eighty Four:
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I CAN’T DIE like this.
“Maxwell,” said Azrael, gathering my attention and pulling me out of my own little bubble. “We need to go now.” There’s this commanding authority laced in his voice that felt like if I ended up not following him, I’ll be reprimanded—or worse, spend my afterworld in pure torment.
Fixating my eyes on him, only did I notice that his wings were midnight black. Despite the sheer fact that his wings weren’t spread, it still towered over his height, creating this illusion that he has some kind of shadow behind his back—following him whenever he goes.
The two of them don’t exactly resemble a human. Of course they almost have the same vessel like all people do, but they looked exquisite in every possible way. They have this glamour that would make
