She was checking her nails as her demons beat up the three of us. Both Azriel and Merikh were just wearing their pants. For whatever reasons, she had their shirts off. Probably to see if her demons can make them bruise. They were beating up Merikh this time and my throat has been burning from all the shouting, begging them to just stop. Azriel tried his best to stay up, standing tall, and not letting Bernael see he’s getting weak. “Oh. My. God! Will you shut the fuck up?!” she yelled at me, standing up from her throne. She presses her perfectly manicured fingers on her forehead, “you know what,...