"It's a simple question," Avilyn replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Who is she to you and why are you so protective of her?"
Amon didn't answer for a while. With his grip still tightening around the handle of his weapon, he thought of her question for a while, an answer already formulating in his mind. It's not only because of a promise that he has long been keeping... but because—
'Lilith's someone precious—someone who told me that will be there for me even when I push people away.'
"None of your business!"
Avilyn gasped when she had not anticipated what the Grim Reaper would do. He magically appeared behind her, grabbing her and then teleporting them to the shade under the tree. He then put the blade of the sword under her chin, against her throat.
"Let go of Lilith... or else I'll make you."
"You—"
"She's not yours to take! Let her go!"
"Oh?"