Sariel

  She’s gotta at least be injured right?

  “I’m going to kill her”.

  “Flight”.

  Black wings sprouted from my back

  Drenched in blood and bone

  I just need to search for someone injured

  And finish them off

  A small market

  And a crowd of a lot of people

  An old man with a beard

  His leg was injured

  Broken leg

  With a white hood on

  That’s Sariel

  There’s no chance that it isn’t her

  Demon eyes

  Revive? There’s a chance

  You’re mine

  TIME STOP

  Time had frozen in place

  Clocks stopped ticking

  Birds froze in mid air

  Gravity froze

  It was like moving through an ocean

  My hand gripped on her shirt

  Teleport

  We had reappeared in front of Beelzebub’s dead body

  I had took off her hood and grabbed her hair

  Her golden hair

  Her hair was quite short

  Her eyes were bright blue

  Time shall flow once more

  “Revive her you piece of shit”.

  “Lucifer!? I’m sorry I’m sorry please let me go”.

  “Revive her, or I’ll chop off your limbs one by one”.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Michael asked me to do this, please just let me go”.

  So she can’t revive Beelzebub can she?

  “You can’t revive her”?

  “I’m sorry Lucifer!! I can only revive people who have been killed within the past minute”.

  Past minute?

  1 minute 23 seconds

  I could’ve saved her twice

  If I was 30 seconds earlier

  I was too slow

  I’m so fucking slow

  I’ve always been slow

  “Die”.

  Her body went limp as she fell to the floor

  “I choose Death”

  Fitting isn’t it?

  “Show skill effect, Death”.

  Skill name: Death

  Type: Death

  Tier: S+

  Effect: Kills any opponent under 75 level of user instantly

  Description: Skill contains an essence of the God Of Death, Thanatos. The essence of Death kills anyone weak enough to fall down to the mere essence.

  Death

  I want all this to stop

  Her body could still be useful

  “Demon Summon”.

  Her body started moving

  Shaking rapidly

  Her eyes started to glow red

  “Lucifer”?

  She had put her arms around my neck

  “Beelzebub, she’s dead right, that’s the only reason someone as stoic as you could ever start crying”.

  “I’m crying? Where”.

  No no

  She had grabbed my cheeks and planted her lips against mine

  Her soft lips

  My eyes were tearing