Nathaniel walked into the backyard of the house to clear his mind. He wanted to achieve some peace of mind to stop hearing Noam's voice in his ear constantly whispering tormenting words to him.
On arriving there he hears sounds of crying. Nate himself wasn't concerned about who was crying or why but he decided to check it out. It might be a good distraction from the haunting ghost of his mate.
Nathaniel approached an old tree in the garden. There was a figure hiding in the shadows of the tree silently crying away the night.
"Azlan," Nathaniel called out from the back. The demon held back a scoff, he had never heard of the devil crying. He didn't even know the man had a heart. "Who is so powerful that they can make the devil cry?" he teased.
Azlan glared at him.
Nathaniel lifted his hands up, a storm was slowly approaching. Making the weather to be chilly, Nate shivered slightly from the cold and leaned against the tree.
