章 273: Angel Of Death 3

As the darkness settled over Egypt, Azrael lifted his gaze, the weight of his duty pressing down like an iron mantle. His scythe still hummed with latent energy, and with a slow breath, he closed his eyes, attuning himself to the cries of every soul soon to be called. The flickering shadows that clung to him like sentient mist tightened, as though sensing the solemnity of his task.

Lucifer, meanwhile, had perched himself on a distant rooftop, watching with predatory interest. He lounged back against the stone, one leg drawn up, elbow resting on his knee, his form blending seamlessly with the shadows around him. From this vantage, his eyes sparkled with a morbid curiosity, lingering on his brother as Azrael prepared to descend upon the city. His grin had faded to a quiet smirk, his expression sharpened by an intensity that revealed he was not merely watching, but studying.