Heaven Will Not Fall
Azrael found himself ensnared in the enigma of memory loss, a veil obscuring his origins and history. The contours of his past had dissolved into an abyss of oblivion, leaving him with fragments of recollections pertaining to an unfamiliar realm. Amidst this disarray, one unwavering certainty remained: he bore a purpose that had propelled him to this enigmatic place.
Shattered Heart
Leviathan's thoughts spiraled in confusion as he questioned his sudden desire to retreat. His eyes, widened with bewilderment, flicked back and forth between Azrael and the chaos surrounding them. His once ferocious demeanor wavered, replaced by a growing unease that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.
The demon's gaze locked onto Azrael, and an inexplicable fear gripped his heart, causing it to race. His colossal form, once domineering and confident, now trembled involuntarily, betrayed by a newfound sense of dread that he couldn't comprehend.
"Why… Why am I feeling this way?" Leviathan muttered to himself, attempting to regain his composure, but his voice wavered with uncertainty. Desperation laced his words as he tried to shake off the fear that had taken hold of him.