Zophiel had no idea how much time had passed or where exactly he had been, but it seemed like God was guiding him in that place unworthy of his omnipresent presence.

The angel no longer felt the humidity of the place or even its characteristic cold. All his senses focused on continuing to walk to who knows where without ever stopping and looking at any threat. His bloody pistol no longer had any bullets in it, and he barely had the strength to reload it with the spare bullets in the fanny packs on his waist.

That jerk... he really used his dagger… Zophiel coughed, staining the floor with drops of a golden liquid. I need… I need to find them… before the poison numbs my body…

Zophiel's mind was a jumbled mess, but his body somehow remained tough despite the hallucinations provoked by Asmodeus's poisonous pheromones. Whenever he coughed or groaned in pain, the human-shaped keychain tied to the front pocket trembled and shivered. The new accessory emitted an ominous aura, but the angel used it anyway, opening invisible doors and protecting himself against Agarath's illusions system. If you came close to the keychain, you could hear faint chuckles from it and see the details of its design - which resembled a person with brown hair with a blond strand on the bangs. Its function was limited to opening "doors," dispersing illusions and making unwanted noises.

The angel tripped but didn't fall, keeping his feet steady and tensing his body when he found a horde of eyeless demons, a medium-class species. Those things hunted in the darkest caverns in Hell, eating whatever their bottomless stomach wanted to chew. When he saw them clicking their tongues and making high-pitched noises, jerking their heads around, Zophiel sat on the floor and covered his mouth with his hand.

The eyeless demons lurked around, and Zophiel started loading his gun, trying to make as little noise as possible. He wore the special goggles he had tied on his belt and adjusted their configurations on a device next to the keychain.

One, two, three… four, five, damn it. Zophiel cursed in his mind when he couldn't stop counting how many eyeless demons were ahead. Thank God I brought my goggles, but there are too many.

The keychain trembled, and Zophiel took it, showing what was ahead. The keychain trembled three times and stopped. As soon as it stopped, the demons looked in Zophiel's direction.

The angel successfully loaded the gun and aimed at the demons. "Hey!" He shouted.

The creatures barely had time to screech and fell on the floor, a hole in their vital point – located on their throat. Zophiel walked past the corpses, avoiding stepping on their acid blood, and marched forward.

The angel placed the keychain on a wall, and the corridors rearranged themselves. That keychain was quite useful despite being too noisy.

"If you behaved well, you wouldn't be shivering under these conditions," Zophiel stored the trembling keychain that made acute noises. "Now, shut up. You better be grateful that I didn't kill you after that stabbing- argh…"

The headache from the poison was kicking again, and Zophiel knew what it meant: hallucinations. The angel wobbled and leaned on the wall. All he needed was fifteen seconds to bear with the hallucinations.

The first wave numbed his mind like alcohol, and he looked downwards, avoiding giving the poison hints of reality and messing with his mind further. A certain demon's voice resounded in his ears, foggy and twisted but enough for Zophiel to hear it.

He has potential! He's a blessed hybrid!!

Zophiel decided to walk forward but avoid looking ahead. There wasn't time for stopping.

Do you know who his father was? You do know!!

Zophiel coughed harshly and wiped the stains from his mouth, ignoring how much the keychain laughed and trembled.

I'm not betraying him! I'm only doing a favor and helping him understand his own nature!!

Zophiel groaned, slapping the keychain, which turned mute and still.

I was just curious at first, but I-

Zophiel shook his head, and the voices faded, but the angel's blood kept dripping on the flooring.

I do care about him!

"You care… heh…" Zophiel grinned darkly. "My ass," he steadied his steps.

Somehow, he found his way into a hallway that led to another particularly well-lit gallery. He raised his fallen gaze and noticed at the "door" of that "room" there was a figure standing and staring back at him. Zophiel took two shaky steps forward, holding his abdomen with one hand.

Light… Zophiel's mind echoed, his body turning more and more exhausted.

His vision was blurred, and the wound on his abdomen was throbbing. He was sure that later not only his abdomen would be facing such mind-boggling pain if he didn't manage to treat the injury as soon as possible.

The person at the "door" to the gallery was right next to Zophiel, and he gasped in fright when he saw the guy up close. Zophiel tried to grab his gun and reload the bullets, but as soon as he touched his pockets, the person had already grabbed his hand and supported him.

"Don't you dare move!" The person argued, his voice laced with concern.

Zophiel blinked and looked at the person. He traced the person's face among the suffocating darkness, feeling the texture and irregularities on the surprisingly soft skin. He reached for the person's ear and found an accessory, a very exquisite one, and Zophiel knew what it was.

The angel softly chuckled after wiping some watery drops from that face - maybe sweat, maybe someone else's blood – and rested his head on the person's shoulder.

"I'm so relieved to find you… Mephistopheles," Zophiel faintly smiled.

"Who's there, Mephistopheles?" A gentle and sweet voice asked.

"Mephistopheles?" Another voice asked, but it was deep and pleasant.

Zophiel knew who those voices were, and all the fatigue on his body vanished. His heart felt tons lighter, and he steadied his steps while Mephistopheles helped him walk toward the "room."

"It's Youn- I mean, It's the person we were meant to meet," Mephistopheles said, holding Zophiel. "His name is… well…"

"Zophiel," the angel replied. "My name is Zophiel," he looked at Mephistopheles in reassurance.

Mine's eyes brightened when he recognized that outfit and hair he couldn't forget. "Mr.! Thank you for saving me at the mansion!!" He beamed, approaching the angel, and someone was following him behind.

Zophiel looked at Mine, then Addai, who was looking at the wound on the angel's stomach.

The angel chuckled faintly and smiled. "Hi again, sweetie."

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