This would be the hardest decision for me, burning Nathalie’s body without finishing her tasks. Another failed mission. I closed my eyes, opened the door, and walked into the hallway. Following me were Samael and Gabriel, who killed every demon they would see on the way.
When we reached the living room, Maxon, who had no idea what was happening, was talking to his boss. The older man, maybe in his sixties or mid-sixties, rose to his feet and faced us.
“I didn’t know you had a guest, Maxon,” he said, his eyes turning red from dark brown as he flickered his eyes on us.
“Mephistophilis,” I uttered and smirked. “I’ve been looking for you,” I said and watched Samael, pointing and touching his index finger to Maxon’s forehead. As soon as he lost consciousness, he carried him to the safe zo
