Crowley’s consciousness was fading, growing more distant by the second.
And from somewhere very far away, he heard voices. In a distant dream, vaguely, he could hear someone talking.
Were those the voices of angels? Or of demons from Hell?
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“…Now, wait, don’t kill him, Raux…”
“…Huh? What are you bastard doing here?”
“Ahaah~ Now, now, that aside, he is Michaela. And that’s why…”
“…”
“That’s why… I won’t let you kill him.”