Before he could understand, cold steel was placed on his neck.
"You want Naraka," my voice echoed within the room. "Why don't you take it now?"
Yomiel's pupils shrank as the cold blade pressed deeper into the skin of his neck.
A single drop of golden blood slid down.
"…Azrael…" Yomiel whispered, his voice suddenly very, very small.
I didn't move as I kept Naraka on his neck.
"You aren't so powerful for someone who has lived for so long," I said as I glanced at the others.
There was a silence between them, like they were gripped by unimaginable fear.
Only Samyaza had a gentle smile on his face, like he was enjoying a show.
Yomiel swallowed slowly. "Do not push—"
"The only reason you are alive right now is because your mission will help me," I cut him off immediately.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing another angel."
"Whoa, whoa." Samyaza quickly raised his hands. "Don't be too harsh on him."
I looked up at him as I felt the muscle in Yomiel's body twitch.
