"You were brought here by a kind heart that couldn't bear to see you die so meaninglessly. If it was up to me I would have let you die." A grin spread across Azrael's face.
"Welcome, hell, Prince Cedric Von Drakkar." Cedric was even more puzzled by Azrael's words..
"Hell?" Cedric repeated. "How can I be alive and still be in hell?" Azrael enjoyed watching how confused Cedric was. His eyes noticed Cedric's wounds were healing a little bit slowly.
His brow twitched in annoyance. How weak was Cedric? Yes, he expected him to be weak to an extent since Cedric grew up without any guidance and had no idea how to harness his abilities and was completely oblivious about what or who he is.
"You have a lot to learn. That is if they don't kill out of rage." Azrael sighs, crossing his hand across his chest.
