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“Lu…nea…” Zerachiel uttered the name under his breath. He looked dazed as if half of his soul had been sucked out of him after hearing the name he had never expected to hear again.
“Does the name ring a bell? Keke!” Siegfried smirked and taunted, clearly trying to stir up the archangel on purpose. Then, he mocked, “Is that her name? Your long-lost first love? Lunea?”
Zerachiel stared straight at him and asked, “You… how do you know that name?”
“Who knows? Why? Are you worried I read your diary while you were sleeping?”
“Answer the question. How do you know that name?”
Siegfried did not answer. Instead, he chose to mock the archangel even more, jabbing deeper into the wound in his heart.
“I’m sowee… I’m sowee…” He mockingly repeated the exact same words Zerachiel had squeezed out between sobs at Lunea’s deathbed. “I’m going to… mishh you shooo much…!”
“...”
“Tsk… You were bawling like a baby. The Archangel of Death? What a joke. Boo-hoo! Man up, will you? Hey, your dick’s gonna fall off if you keep crying like that.”
Obviously, Siegfried was provoking the archangel on purpose, and he chose to cross the line in doing so.
Anyone would grieve the loss of a loved one, and every man would shed a tear after saying goodbye to the one they loved, forever. Of course, crying would not cause a man’s genitals...
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