You were taken by Azrael's enemies to an old building, there you saw a large cross standing firmly. Why did those people take you to this abandoned building? You felt scared, but you tried as hard as you could to hide it. You looked around, the eyes of the predators staring at your appearance that night only wearing a short dress, their gazes were so fierce, like a hungry lion.

"I know, he will definitely come here to save her." said an old man with long hair, you could guess that he was the leader among them all.

"But we've been waiting for an hour and he hasn't come."

"Then there's no other choice..." the hoarse voice immediately made you shiver. A few minutes later, both of your arms were tied using chains, completely tied to the cross. Meanwhile, the old man walks around you, different from his men who stare at you with lustful eyes.

Behind the shadows, the person they were waiting for finally arrives. Azrael—a demon who lives on earth. Somehow he is tied to you, but with that he always protects you from danger. His sharp and cold gaze looks at your wrist that is in chains. Everyone is silent, but you are increasingly confused by the whole situation, what is his relationship with everyone here? is this a serious problem?

"Stupid plan, you don't need to drag her into our problems." that voice made you flinch, the old man just smiled meaningfully, then with a blink of an eye suddenly the handcuffs that wrapped around your wrist came off, you immediately rubbed it to relieve a little of the sting.

Your gazes met, he casually approached you, grabbed your wrist and stroked it gently, almost respectfully. You couldn't read his mind at all. And when he touches both of your shoulders, the people behind him scream, you glance over his shoulder at them and they are burning, how is that possible?

The man's face turns pale, and you suddenly smile in satisfaction at the sight of it all. It must be his doing—Azrael De Walter.