The royal palace was built at the very end of the capital, it was surrounded by majestic tall mountains and was in the center of a large placid lake.
As the sun sank beneath the horizon, it spread a dreamy lilac shade through the skies.
Despite the lingering warmth of the day, a certain palace chamber carried a chilling aura. It was covered in shadows of the setting sun and the darkness of blood.
Azrael indifferently wore back his gloves as the crimson of his eyes dimmed and melted into the soft hazel hue.
"You should kill him," a solemn voice spoke from the doors.
The duke paused but only for a second as he raised his eyes and smiled softly, warmly as if he had not just caused a man to be eternally silenced.
Lorelei stood there grimly but didn't say anything more as Azrael calmly left the room.
"That would be too merciful," he replied.
