Hearing her words, Daemom could imagine that her father had been well liked in Heaven, at least before the Jihad. But that just showed how terrible his father's charisma was, causing a third of all angels to rebel against their father and creator.
Only one question remained in Daemom's mind: he didn't understand why his uncles had come to see him. In his mind, if his identity was revealed, Heaven would hunt him down like a mangy animal.
But here were two of Heaven's seven administrators chatting with him in a friendly manner, showing no sign of wanting to harm him in any way.
"I wanted to ask you something." Looking directly into Azrael's black eyes and Gabriel's red ones, Daemom asked in a soft tone, "Why am I not being taken to Heaven right now?"
Azrael and Gabriel looked at Daemom's calm, stoic face and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
