The bath felt satisfying, his exhaustion waning with each droplet that rolled off his skin.
Steam clouded the glass walls of the bathroom, for a moment everything descended into a perfect silence save for the sound of running water but even that had its own allure.
Azazel exhaled slowly.
The weight of everything, it just came crashing on to him.
All he wanted to do was to go to school like a normal person, make friends and maybe… if the heavens was benevolent enough, then maybe, just by chance he could find love.
But he couldn't, not with everything that was going to happen.
He couldn't wait for Elias' merry band of heroes to do anything, the trial had shown him that.
While they were parading with the power of friendship and all, he was going to have to clean up after their messes, from the shadows like a true extra.
So far, the main story hadn't started yet, but he could already feel the headache building up.
'Valenis… that vixen would've started making preparations.'
