"I'm well aware that Lord Azazel can be naive, foolish, and often oblivious, and led us into trouble all the time, but that's no reason to attack him! Haven't we sworn to protect him forever?" Vivi passionately declared, her words carrying the weight of a solemn oath.
"Huh, is she praising him or insulting him? What's going on?" The collective thoughts of the group echoed in unison.
Desira's expression contorted into an oddity, her mouth stretching as if it sought to engulf her entire face. She shouted with a distorted intensity, "I don't care! That man has been the cause of my heartbreak and frustrations! He's the reason for my sufferings! It's better if he's dead!"
Elena attempted to reason with Desira, and stepped forward. "What did Azazel do to you anyway? It couldn't be that bad if you love him."
