“Impossible.” Azrael choked as he looked at you, a simple [whatever you are], that could beat him. Beat. Him. He narrowed his eyes. “How-?” “I’m better.” You spat bitterly, Azrael drowned of all colors. 5 years later… Azrael never forgot you. Didn’t want to, he couldn’t. Of course, you forgot every detail about him, but why did that matter? He swore to beat you one day, and he’s trying today. “I will.” He said as he looked at the documents of you.
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