Find The Witch
"Why didn't you ask, Engel?" Elyon asked when they teleported to his place. Dale stood by the window with his hands buried deep in his pockets and his eyes fixed at nothing in particular as they gazed at the open sky. He could still hear Sanaiah's voice in his head. How he hated that woman.
Not just her, he hated every Elder. He hated their very existence. They were supposed to be the hand of authority for creatures like them, but he felt they weren't deserving of the position given to them. He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament, but he wanted to blame them. They had sat and watched while he lost her.
"Engel." Elyon called again, but he remained unanswered. He turned to Zadkiel who lolled on the sofa with that permanently etched stoic look on his face, and it was obvious he also had nothing to say.
He sighed and vanished to his room when it seemed none of them was ready to say anything.