I raise my brow in silent questioning, the pace of my steps slowing a little to allow more time before we reach the awaiting Azrael on the other side of the room.
So Azrael cannot touch Serena with his powers? How curious.
One might have hoped that that fact would bring some form of consolation to the blazing turmoil of my mind, but alas that seems to not be the case. After all, for Serena to have figured out Azrael's powers can do nothing against her, it must first mean that he has tried to use them, and I highly doubt my snake of a brother would try and use his powers to do any sort of good. To put it lightly, good is simply not a protocol of his nature.
I scupper my sigh with a purse of my lips. It would seem things only seem to be getting worse the deeper down I go, but problems never do solve themselves, especially not Azrael shaped problems. So I keep on walking.
