"Wait!" Azrael called out and she halted.
She was a bit farther off from him now, so he disappeared and reappeared before her again, not bothering to hide his magical abilities.
"May I know your name?" he asked politely, and she blinked at him but eventually, she replied.
"Vera." Simple and straight. Just one word.
"Vera…" Azrael echoed.
"Azrael." He introduced himself in return, surprising her. "Alright, Vera. May I know how old you are now?"
"Eighteen." Her gaze now questioning as she looked at him. Why did he want to know her age? However, Vera did not bother to conceal it and just surrendered the information without hesitation. She did not care anymore.
"So young…" he muttered, then looked at her with a serious but friendly gaze. "You're not scared of me… of us?"
Vera shook her head. "What are you? Are you and him… the angels of darkness?"
