Azrael's POV
"Who sent you to do this?
Answer me!"
They've been murdering innocent humans for no reason.
Something is definitely going on.
My fist connected with his already battered face again, pitch black liquid dripping from his crooked nose on the concrete alley.
He let out a dark chuckle, struggling to open his swollen eyelids, trying to look up at me.
"It's too late. Can't you see?" He then said, his pitch black irises fixated on me, devoid of any emotion.
"Too late? What the hell are you talking about?" I stared down at him, raising one eyebrow, preparing to hit him again when he suddenly answered.
"Thanks to your big mouth,?he?knows about her. So prepare yourself, wing-boy. He had a vision.
And he's coming after her."
Her...
He's talking about Blake...