"Go back to your nation, now. Or else." I ordered, with a menacing tone; pointing Holy Royal Sword Caliburn at them.
The four of them looked at me, then, looked at each other, then looked at me, and started to laugh hysterically.
"Or else what? You're going to kill us? Gah, I'm so scared of a hero that has fallen from grace." Shemyaza uttered sarcastically.
The more they mocked me, the more furious I've gotten. If I hadn't promised Jophiel to save Azazel, I would've killed him and his brothers.
I smirked, "That's a bit odd, coming from a fallen angel's mouth. Did you forget you guys are the only ones who fell from grace?"
They stopped laughing immediately and were gazing at me with murderous intentions.
"Why are you guys looking at me that way? Did I pluck your white feathers too hard....Ooops, I meant your black feathers. Why do I keep forgetting that fallen angel's wings are black?" I laughed hysterically.
