Azrael Bellum, a soul with a mother whose soul is slipping through her fingers. She's a good daughter, has raised her little brother and does as much as she can to balance everything in her life.
Hades, God of the underworld, collector and protecto...
"Angel—" I tried to approach her but she mimicked her move with Zeus and struck me. My bones do crack and break and I do feel pain but it's instantly healed.
"She's the goddess of pain," Zeus announced out of breath as he fought the ring, choking him.
The ring around my throat was not only choking me but also burning me; the only thing that can top this pain is the one of losing Azrael. And yes, according to her marks, she's the goddess of pain and sorrow which fits perfectly with me (not that it matters).
As she approached us, a black bodysuit with an asymmetrical neckline and a cape appeared on her. Her hair was down and longer than I remember —makes sense considering how much time I left her alone — around her gorgeous eyes, red warrior-like makeup appeared and her lips were coated with red lipstick., and last but not least, on her head a gold crown settled.
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"Perché mi hai lasciato?!" She exclaimed, standing in front of me with anger and sadness —mostly anger— pouring out of her eyes which turned completely white.
(Why did you leave me?!)
"Non ho scelta," I replied, struggling to breathe. "Angelo—"
(I didn't have a choice. Angel—)
"Non chiamarmi angelo!" She shouted as tears filled her eyes.
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