♱ Chapter • 25 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

"How can he?" I asked myself more than Asmodeus, but the demon still shrugged.

"Who knows? Maybe he didn’t like the way things work down here. In the end you have to remember... angels are still angels, even when they fall" he muttered and there was so much contempt in his voice ...