Zamiel looked down at Zarin, who was lying at his feet. He had already been in a bad mood. Even the skies responded to his emotions, and now this boy came to annoy him. He didn't think he would be anymore surprised by Zarin's actions, but this behavior baffled him.
Zarin got up on his feet, but he could barely stand. He reeked of alcohol and was soaked in rain. His eyes were red and swollen.
He had been crying.
While trying to balance his weight on his feet, he looked at him with a tilted head and smirked. "I am not here to die. I came here to beat you." He said pointing at him.
He really did have a death wish.
"And you think you can do that?" Zamiel crossed his arms behind his back. This boy could barely stand on his feet and he wanted to beat him?
Not even his father or grandfather would be fool enough to pick a fight with him this easily.
"You think I can't?" He asked in turn. "You underestimate me."
