#Chapter54

The mark

I stared yet again for a few moments at the fiery red big symbol on my wrist, looking from every angle, stupidly trying to somehow understand it, though I obviously had no idea what the hell was it in the first place.

It looked more like I was marked with a hot branding iron...or something like that.

"Is this..." I momentarily paused, nervously scratching with my fingernails over the irritated skin, before finally asking,

"Is this some kind of disease?"

Gosh, this is seriously itchy...

No answer. Again.

Great. Just fucking great.

I mentally muttered to myself, looking at a totally unmoving, seemingly shocked Azrael. He was...