Chapitre 142: The Dark Soul?

"Azrael?" Eros mumbled as soon as he recognized the newcomer. There was a surprised look on his face.

No wonder the mission badge attached to the black robe of the grim reapers looked familiar. He had already seen it on Azrael's black robe.

Among the grim reapers who entered the hotel, only Azrael could recognize Eros in his human form.

"Eros, what are you doing here?" Azrael asked him upon reaching his spot.

"My human contractee is in this hotel so it is natural that I am here," Eros answered matter-of-factly.

Azrael's lips stretched into a broad smile. "It seems that we are seeing each other more often. Is this destiny?"

Eros also flashed a wide smirk while saying, "It seems like your sense of humor is getting worse every day."

Azrael knitted his eyebrows into a frown. "It seems that your skill of 'annoying me' is improving day by day."