"Eighty years, give me that much. After that, I won't offer any resistance," he requested, a little hesitant to give up the life he had.
The joy of teasing Prince Angelus gave him was enough to sway his hand. He wanted to watch Angelus achieve his dreams and grow old having lived a fulfilled life before he destroys the world.
"Someone is here," His spirit turned into a little white cat with crystal spikes for fur and pretended to be asleep three feet away from the pool.
Cassiel double-tapped a snake engraved on his chest, right above his head, and instantly, his appearance changed. The snow prince of Adar disappeared and the owner of the Maroon pleasure house took his place.
"I'm sorry, I can't grant you access in here. My master isn't receiving any visitors!" a guard argued.