An unremarkable man, who leads a mediocre life until he discovers that he's the long sought after serial killer. Owing to the secret existence that dwelled within himself, he ends up with two bullets lodged into his skull. Just when he was glad his pathetic life was over; [Greetings and welcome to your afterlife, the incinerator, unclean soul. In your previous life, you carried out several atrocities...] Against his weak protests he is plunged into an unknown world as a forsaken son of a god with the goal of atonement and purification of his soul.
Levi was genuinely surprised. He wondered whether he mentioned him to her before but that wouldn't explain her calling his name like they knew each other.
Her expression was suddenly changed from happy childish to melancholy, she stood there like a statue. She never in her life thought she'd ever see him again.
Azazel's stomach tightened into knots, she was nervous.
"You two know each other?"
Conor looked to her and then to Levi, his eyes went back and forth for a while. Expecting to recognise the girl but nothing.
Azazel noticed the look in his eyes, it was then she realised he wouldn't be able to recognise her. Her hopeful melancholy smile died on the spot.
"Who's she?" Conor whispered, not wanting to offend anyone.
"No no no. Most importantly, how do you two know each other?"