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... acrid stench of decayed ichor.
The beast stood in the faint edge-light of Azareel's sigils, its massive frame shadowing the cracked stone, crimson eyes locked entirely on him—not on the women, not on the gore-strewn remains of the fused angels, not on the shattered floor, but on Azareel alone, its gaze piercing like a predator sizing up something unknown.
Azareel's silver eyes,were calm, almost gentle, as if he saw something fragile in the creature that had just ripped apart fou ...
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