A low pitched growl came from Viel's throat as I threatened him with my Heavenly sword. The innocence on his face that I once found endearing was gone, replaced by the look of aggression and menace.
Of course he'd look at you that way, dumdum. You're pointing your blade at him. Anyone would.
"Speak," I demanded, my sword arm steady. "You are no longer in your wolf form. I am sure you are now capable of speech."
Viel's face contorted into a snarl. He kept utterly still as he focused his fiery gaze on me. They were no longer light brown. They were blazing red, as though there were remnants of burning embers left in them. "Take that Angelic weapon away from me, luv. I don't want to hurt you."
With raw intention to rile him up, I unfolded my wings. Three pairs of majestic white wings fla
