Varia nods at her elder and listens to his words carefully. None had ever told her not to give up to no man. "I'm sorry, Gabriel. Forgive my brashness. I will trust your judgement." She goes inside the house and although feeling like a helpless coward she knew it was for the best.

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The legion parted and Azazel walked slowly with loud thuds with each step. "The Divine Lion. You should not have come back. This war is no place for you. And now you have earned Varia's death in doing so." His blade drawn. "Michael is not pleased." He states with a coldness.

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Varia closes her eyes and breathes in deep.