Schiller opened his hand again and stared at the soul light spot emitting strong fear fluctuations with his somewhat distracted gray eyes. He used his other hand to pull out one of the twin light spots and sent it to Aza.

In front of Zell.

"You, the king of all demons, the most desired Constantine in all hell and heaven - this human being who has played tricks on you, will fall into your hands."

Azazel listened to the tragic cry from the light spot of Constantine's soul, and then looked at Schiller's barren gray eyes. He suppressed his heartbeat, took half a step back, and said indifferently: "Everyone has his own salvation.

Lord, he is your Lamb.”

"Yes." Schiller lowered his eyes again. There was no anger on his expression, just a slightly mocking helplessness. He looked at the soul light spot that was begging and screaming in the palm of his hand and said.

"But just like he has played with you countless times, this self-righteous little lamb wants to take advantage of me."

"I will get back his blood, because it is something that belongs to me, but I hope that you and all the demons in hell who hate him will give him a lesson that satisfies me. As long as the soul is intact, hell should do its best.

Entertain him...this is the price of purity."

Azazel gave Schiller a meaningful look, turned around and walked back to the throne. He sat down on the throne, holding the armrests with both hands and listening to the screams coming from the light spot in his soul.

"No, no... Schiller!! No!!!!!" Azazel's extremely excited voice echoed in the palace. "The deal is done, Cain... kill you
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