Zamiel looked down at Zarin, who was lying at his feet. He had already been in a bad mood. Even the skies responded to his emotions, and now this boy came to annoy him. He didn't think he would be anymore surprised by Zarin's actions, but this behavior baffled him.
Zarin got up on his feet, but he could barely stand. He reeked of alcohol and was soaked in rain. His eyes were red and swollen.
He had been crying.
While trying to balance his weight on his feet, he looked at him with a tilted head and smirked. "I am not here to die. I came here to beat you." He said pointing at him.
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"And you think you can do that?" Zamiel crossed his arms behind his back. This boy could barely stand on his feet and he wanted to beat him?
Not even his father or grandfather would be fool enough to pick a fight with him this easily.
"You think I can't?" He asked in turn. "You underestimate me."
Wobbling, he walked around him in a circle, like a predator surrounding his prey. The whole thing was so silly that it wasn't even worth laughing about.
"Go home, Zarin!" He told him.
"Why? Are you scared?"
"Very much. You make me shiver." Zamiel said sarcastically.
Euphorion must have smitten him with his sarcasm and now he was standing upstairs, probably wondering what was going on.
"I have never feared you." Zarin spat.
"Only a fool would have no fear."
Zarin scoffed, still walking around him in circles. Zamiel knew why he was here. He was here to relieve his pain and guilt so he could go back to do what whatever bad deeds he had been doing. Again, he was only thinking of himself and causing problems.
"Is that why you fear poison?" He asked.
Zamiel frowned. Of course, Zarin knew this by now. He would do anything to find out his weaknesses.
"An ancient, powerful demon. Created with the power to destroy the world, yet you fear poison." He laughed at him.
Zamiel remained unprovoked despite being in a bad mood.
Now Zarin came to stand in front of him. "You think you are better than everyone else? You are just like every other demon. Prideful. You think you are better than me. That I am not even worth fighting."
"Just kill him so we can get some sleep." Euphorion spoke from upstairs.
Zarin didn't bother to look up. He kept his gaze fixated on Zamiel. Hate radiated from them. He was here to receive his pain but also unleash his hatred. He was not leaving unless he got to fight.
"Powerful demon, yet you couldn't protect your family. They died while you are still alive. Having all that power for nothing. Or did you maybe let them get killed on purpose?"
Zamiel stiffened. He knew that Zarin was full of hate, but this he never expected from him. Especially since he came crying because he felt as if he had lost his family. To use someone's family against them just to relieve his pain was repugnant.
With a look of disgust, Zamiel threw him outside his home with a wave of his hand. Zarin flew through the door and collided with a tree. He fell to the ground with a groan. Zamiel stepped outside to the rain while Zarin crawled and tried to get up on his feet. He wasn't giving up yet.
When he was standing, he looked at Zamiel. "I am not a weak demon anymore." He was referring to the death of his human side. "I am more powerful now."
Zamiel didn't know why he held back. Zarin crossed the line because he had let him several times before. This time he wouldn't. The boy needed to know when to stop.
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