“Now I am the monster,” I said through tears.
Azrael flinched at the word as I glanced at my scarred hands, the skin was angry and bleeding as my body attempted to heal itself and yet the damage was too severe.
“Being a monster has nothing to do with your outward appearance,” Azrael muttered distastefully.
His steps echoed through the room as his presence drew further away, the once warm air grew cold as I no longer had the protection from his body, he approached the desk and rummaged through a palm-sized chest and withdrew a silver container containing a sweet-smelling salve. I flinched as he dug his fingers into the contents and held the salve on his middle and index finger, the light reflected the crème surface as he shifted his attention from the salve to me. A pitied sigh escaped h
