Azrael's POV
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"There they are!" The moment he opened the door and showed his face, a hand grabbed him, attempting to pull him out.
He didn't budge, chin raised as he fixed his eyes on the angry mob gathered before his house. Their flaming torches illuminated the fire in his gaze, making many shift back in fear.
"L–Look!" A woman screamed. "His eyes!"
"By the hosts of heaven—he..."
Within seconds, he watched as the once organised crowd went into a frenzy. Some looked away. Others cried out, falling to their knees and begging their God to save them.
As for Azrael? He stood there, mostly confused about what was happening.
Unaware of the chaos his now coal-red eyes could cause.
"He must be the devil!" A man roared, managing to get a hold of his sanity. "T–Then that woman under his roof must be the witch who brought him upon us!"
"I say we burn them both!"
