Bab 233: Azrael

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The Empress Luna

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Luna sighed and got comfortable by changing her position.

Facing him, Luna whispered, "You are the Grim Reaper. The Angel of Death. You are Archangel Azrael." 

Luna had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

She straightened her spine and sat cross-legged inside the glass bubble the Archangel had trapped her.

He didn't deny nor affirm her suspicion, but instead, he replied, "Immortals don't really care who I am, but they will when they are killed with specific weapons."

"What if you can't find that person in forty days, then what?"

Azrael's thousand eyes blinked in synchronicity that was microseconds apart, which made it look creepier.

Glancing away for a while in discomfort, Archangel paused before he replied, "It led to consequences such as these."