It hurts when you go through something that kills you inside but you've to act like it doesn't affect you at all...

"It's said that there's no fate between humans and supernatural.....I've heard it many times. That was why I never expressed my feelings. I was afraid what would become to both of us...you're right, I was a fool to fall for you." 

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The Cursed Human

Another punch landed on his face as he landed on the sharp edge of the wooden stake. An agonising scream ripped through his chest as he immediately pulled out the sharp piece out of his chest. But before he could stand another kick send him flying onto the ground.

"Is this all you got, huh?" Michael grinned as he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles before he rotated his neck to get rid of strain.

Draven smirked as he spit out the blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest.

"Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow to his jaw as crack of his bone filled the serenity of the forest.

"It's no longer about him," Michael pulled his sword out of it's shield as he raised it above his head. "It's about you...killing my friend.."

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