Chapter 48

[1750 B.C.]

Our feet had barely touched the floor of Lucifer’s palace and Azrael was already coming to us.

"Majesty!" He seemed concerned and it made me question whether Azrael was a good actor or just dumb enough to put his God above all else.

Well, in the end it wasn’t like it was really relevant or important. A traitor was still a traitor and Azrael was clearly one.

"I just learned about the incident in the village," he said as a worried commander and friend and my eyes shot him.

"Just now?" My lips bowed briefly, "You’re very uninformed, aren’t you, Azrael?"

The fallen looked at me, the face serious, impassive.

"I don’t know what you mean, Miss Asra."

"Do 15 hours since the incident in the village, 15 hours and was only informed now?"

My words were sharp because I knew I needed them.

You had to be sharp if you wanted to trap him, force him to tell the truth.

"In case you don’t know, I am the commander of the King’