I could save them, I could save them all, if not for my promise to those two. I hate the fact that they have me at their little finger, but it's better this way, since no one will get hurt. I've hurt enough people. I have enough blood on my hands to the point that I'm slowly stating to hate myself. I know that I have to keep myself calm, but the scene before me isn't helping. Emily and Emma are huddled in a corner while Amon is uncouncious, Mammon and Asmodeus are restrained and Leviathan... Well... He is being whipped. I can tell that the whip is coated in sacred water, sacred water which those things shouldn't even be able to gaze about, let's not even mention touch, but here they are, coating two whips in sacred water and whipping the fallen angel like there is no tomorrow. And unfortunately, if we won't stop them soon, Leviathan might not even catch the end of today. Something needs to be done, but what? I know for a fact that I won't be able to get to him unle
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