Uriel was supposed to consume her, but he hadn't. And he could've used his newfound, yet temporary, strength to interrogate her and learn more.
But he hadn't.
WHOOSH!
Uriel appeared in front of Lucianna, staring down at her just as she looked up into his eyes, the longing within evident.
Her hands reached out to caress his chest as she drew closer, her breaths becoming laboured. Her body shook, as if a veil covering her was shattering and… she became identical to Miquella.
"I knew you'd choose right." Her eyes practically bled with emotion.
But Uriel didn't spare her a glance. He simply sighed.
Another scheme, another choice he'd been stripped of, and another sky he'd had to carry on his back.
Who Lucianna—or Miquella, he didn't know who was who—was didn't matter. Her goals didn't matter. Nothing did.
In part because he already knew who she was, but mostly because he'd given up.
"Listen," his gaze turned to Samael.
