“Lucifer.” The man said before his gaze fell on me. “Halfling.”
It was then that his eyes narrowed, filled with a hatred similar to all the people that found out I was my mother’s daughter. I flinched, causing Lucifer to step between me and the stranger. As I peered at the man over Lucifer’s shoulder. Just who was this guy, and why did he call me a Halfling? My eyes widened as I thought about this, and I remembered back when we ran into Azrael a few months ago. Lucifer was still holding my hand, but his grip was so tight that his fist was white and it was hurting a little.
“Worry not, ‘Brother’. I would rather not get on your unpleasant side. I wished to introduce myself to your… Bride.” Raziel stated, his glowing golden eyes never once leaving mine. “After all, rumors of her have reache
