"What?!"
Luther's roar cracked through the garden like a thunderclap. The very ground trembled, vines quivering as if echoing his fury. His eyes burned crimson with anger, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw ached.
"What the hell do you mean he didn't choose me?!" His voice rose again, rattling the marble at their feet. "You've dragged me into this mess, thrown me into trials, forced me to dance to your damn prophecy—and now you stand there telling me your god didn't even pick me?!"
Piern stumbled back as the storm of rage closed in on him. But Luther wasn't finished.
"All the trouble. All the lies. All the misunderstandings!" His hand shot out, seizing Piern by the collar. He yanked him forward with enough force to nearly snap the angel's neck. The angel's wings flared wildly, feathers scattering, but he couldn't escape.
