Chapitre 149: A discussion between father and son [2]

"He said he certainly does, Father," Azrael answered.

He blinked, feeling weird about something. Why does the place seem familiar, and that scene as well? He glanced around and noticed Knox standing next to him. He's in a white tuxedo, with a boutonniere made of lavender and baby breath on his left chest, and looking ahead to the man wearing a liturgical vestment.

His light brown hair looked magnificent under sunlight. It made him look ethereal. His kind and beautiful façade, accompanied by the falling leaves that share the same shade of his hair, was like that of a fairy watching the season with dreamy and warm eyes.

Azrael stared at that exquisite beauty. A small smile tugged on his lips. He knew it was a dream. The dream he had before he met Knox again.

Before, Knox was tied and his mouth was taped. Azrael chuckled after remembering that old dream.