𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭...𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. "𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐔𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚." ✶✶✶ When Ophelia was 16 years old, she was cornered during one of the yearly Exterminations, though her attacker wasn't an Exorcist, but instead...the entire reason why souls are crossed over to Heaven and Hell. Azrael, the Angel of Death. Though to Azrael's surprise, his little prey manages to escape her demise and run away...leaving a deep impact on Azrael. Fast forward ten years, word reaches Heaven's ears that a Hellborn demon has been ranked Overlord. Panicked, God demands that Azrael goes down to Hell to report back any suspicious behavior of this Overlord, and that Azrael finds a way to de-rank the Overlord and make her powerless. Though to his surprise--and his is enjoyment--Azrael discovers that the new Overlord was the girl he had cornered ten years ago. Ophelia. But what were to happen if in some shape and form, Azrael's darkness found it's light? And what if his missing light...was Ophelia all along? Azrael has a lot of sins. But when it comes to Ophelia...she's his favorite.