"And what would you possibly know about freedom, what do you think you're offering? You? A mere mortal dares to offer what even the demon King himself desires. You're challenging his authority, do you think he would let you be?" Liliana asked coldly.
Her voice was as frigid as ice, but it didn't carry the same murderous intent as earlier. It was just plain, perhaps torn between believing his promise or accepting the fact that he was just a mortal who couldn't grant her desire.
But what if he could?
Somehow a part of her wanted to believe that he could give her freedom and that part of her was whispering louder than her doubt.
Azazel observed the look in her eyes, he remained calm, his posture was immaculate as ever.
Even with the crisis at hand, the old Azazel's habits were still finding ways to seep into his subconscious.
Although he was a bit nervous, on the outside he seemed fine.
