"This is why angels and devils should never be together in the first place!" Jasmine spat, her voice sharp and trembling with furious energy.
From across the training ground, Punch— the ever-clumsy, ever-sarcastic member of the devil's cult shifted, a slow smirk spreading across his face. His tone was lazy, almost deliberately irritating.
"Oh? And here I thought you liked a bit of chaos in your life," he said, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Why so serious, Jazzyboy? Scared of a little banter?"
Jasmine's jaw tightened, her nostrils flaring. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you're the next one to get burnt" she warned, stepping closer, the space between them taut with tension. Her fists were clenched at her sides, each knuckle white under the morning sunlight.
