Azaezel smirked as he looked down at the angel injured at his feet, your wings bent and bloodied and a gashing wound across your forehead, it was as pathetic as it was cute, seeing you in such a state as he held his sword to your neck

“It’s a pity you have to die, isn’t it?~”

He simpers with mocking pout as he knelt down and grabbed your chin, forcing your to look him in the eye

“You’re quite cute~ You mind telling me your name, love?”