There were beings who wanted the World of Lumina.
…Beings that were termed as Outer Gods.
Azrael looked at her hand for a long time before he looked away.
"I don't need your strength," he spoke, his voice firm. "Nor do I need to see what's going to happen."
The Goddess of Fate did not withdraw her hand.
She only watched him, the smile on her lips never fading.
"That is a lie," she said softly. "I know who you are, Azrael."
"...."
Azrael turned to look at the ghost who had been haunting him for thousands of years.
"When will you give up?" he asked, his voice grim. "When are you going to understand that I will never join hands with you?"
The Goddess of Fate smiled brightly at his words.
"And when are you going to understand?" she asked back. "…That you are not the only one approached by 'them.'"
Azrael's eyes narrowed.
"…What do you mean?" he asked.
The Goddess of Fate finally lowered her hand and turned away, her gown brushing the ground without making a sound.
