AZRAEL
I'm more furious than before I decided to confront her.
Reasoning with Elowen has always proved impossible with that incredible impulsivity of hers, and it's taken everything from me to leave her motionless and incapacitated on the floor.
To not kill her gruesomely for angering me.
If Valoria had died, it would have been different. I'd plunge the world into an age of darkness it's nowhere close to being ready for.
I can't even think of the what-ifs. Instead I remind myself that she's alive and breathing.
She was pale, but there was some color in her cheeks, and she had enough strength to glare at me, so that's good.
I want to return to her side again, stare at her possibly until this silent throbbing in my chest is gone, but I can't face her right now.
It's been a while since anything has made me so furious, so close to exploding into a ball of steam, so filled with a thirst for blood and vengeance.
