"your highness, we tried reaching out to the demos, and it turns out, they are here for the Luna…" a warlock began but Angelo cut him short. He was so done with all the supernaturals demanding for Hera like they were hers to begin with.
Hera was the love of his life and if he had to fight the whole universe just to prove to them, then he would. He wasn't going to let them take her away from him. He was done with people coming in and leaving like Hera was some piece of artefact that they all needed to showcase.
First it was the falci, then Gonzalez, and now it was the darn shadow demons. Angelo was tired not just physically but emotionally too.
He was tired of all that was happening and there were times when he wondered whether his parents would have been proud of him. He had grown up alone and when Carl stepped in, he finally had a brother.
