August coughed out vigorously, rubbing his neck, getting up from the floor and walking towards the Azrael, who crawled up into a ball and whimpered in pain.
"Stay away! She already went feral." Edgar announced, holding him back.
'Everything. Edgar made his moves after knowing your true nature.'
Augustine remembered the words Nat told him earlier. It was all his planning. What could a father wish for his own daughter's doom? Is this what gods are? Pushing an innocent till they did? Is this really the god, hundreds of humans pray too?
August couldn't hold back his fury, thinking how they were treating Azrael. Even a fool can see what Edgar was planning to do. Cause a feud between them, and make him kill her. Now that he thinks, that night after he was sent back to mortal night, the stranger who broke into his home and told him he was their King sounds familiar to Edgar.
