Ciel's POV
"Then let's begin," I said coldly, staring down at him. "Tell me everything."
He smiled—slow, uneasy, like a man already regretting his next words.
"Where do I start?"
I stepped closer. "You'll start with who you work for," I said, my voice low and deadly calm. "And what he wants with Serena."
Malvrik drew in a sharp breath. For the first time, fear flickered openly across his face.
"His name is Asriel," he said at last. "A fallen… archangel."
My expression didn't change, but inside, something shifted.
A fallen archangel.
That was rare. Archangels did not fall easily, unless they committed a grave crime I wonder what he did I thought.
"He's a fallen archangel," I said, turning back to Malvrik, my gaze sharp. "But why does he want Serena? Is it… because he knows my secret?"
Malvrik swallowed hard. "Yes," he replied. "He wants her because he knows about your heart—and he plans to use her… to take revenge on Heaven," he explained, voice shaking.
