The Luna ball (3)
It was inevitable that there would be mayhem at any gathering, and there would be tears, blood, and grief to be shared. Although it was a sinister concept, it was unavoidable, just like death.
Rhaziel had pledged to guard the lycan till the end of his life, regardless of everything that had occurred and everything that will occur, and regardless of Nikolai Novikov's character. He was standing in a corner of the boisterous, bright ballroom that was crowded with distinguished beings. Thankfully, not only wolf shifters were present, but it didn't necessarily imply that there were other demons as well.
Everyone was grinning as they spoke to one another, and he found it repugnant that the majority of those smiles were completely false. He was already bored and extremely repulsed before the ball had even fully started. The minds of entities who desire power and wickedness. Rhaziel could very well feel a storm that was about to break out. Something was off.