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... ll, now they probably think angels are just humanoid pigeons.”
The provocation cut through the air; Gabriel’s face paled, and anger rose slowly, almost uncontrollably, shooting through his angelic features like fire. His fingers clenched, his jaw trembling.
“How dare you,” she stammered, her authority wavering between indignation and the need to maintain composure.
Vergil didn’t give her time. He raised his hand in a sharp, cutting gesture that stifled any rhetoric.
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