Michael's eyes narrowed as he looked at Azrael and Mark, his voice dripping with malice.
"Do you know Caleb?" he asked, his tone laced with venom.
Azrael and Mark exchanged a confused glance before shaking their heads. "No, who is he?" Azrael asked cautiously.
But Michael's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Since you don't know, then you're of no use to me," he declared, his voice cold and calculating.
Azrael and Mark braced themselves for an attack, their resolve unyielding in the face of Michael's cruelty.
"In this world, I'm the center," Michael continued, his voice ringing with arrogance. "I will conquer the omniverse. And to do that, I need to find out Caleb's secret."
Azrael's eyes flashed with defiance as he met Michael's gaze. "You're crazy," he spat, his voice filled with contempt.
Mark stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're no angel," he growled. "You're a demon!"
