"So the angel is looking for the grimoire of the pure blood witch, together with that witch?" Lucifer was playing with a knife in his hand as he looked at Aeon, who was forging a sword.
No matter what era, a blade smith would always be a blade smith.
Aeon focused on the matter at hand and half ignored the devil, who kept bothering him ever since he managed to establish a connection with Raine again.
Yet being ignored didn't stop Lucifer from talking. "Why do you need this grimoire?"
Aeon didn't answer him as he forged and bended the hot metal in his hand.
"You know what? If that book existed in the past, then it should also exist in the present." Lucifer tilted his head to see Aeon's reaction.
A devilish smile curled on his lips when he saw Aeon stop what he was doing and stare at him with hostility. Yet when he asked Lucifer, the devil knew that the shadow warrior had fallen into his ruse.
