My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 771: The world of irth (part-37)

Present day;

The grand halls of the Denver estate were adorned with extravagant decorations, celebrating Leiza's 18th birthday. The entire media industry had their eyes on the event, covering every little detail about the young heiress and her mysterious fiancé.

Leiza moved through the grand ballroom with ease, laughing and chatting with celebrities and dignitaries. The golden chandeliers reflected in her wine glass as she engaged in conversation, her presence effortlessly commanding attention. Azzy followed beside her, nodding politely as curious guests asked about their love story. Some were intrigued by their relationship, others pried into his background.

"So, how did you two meet?" a woman in an elegant silver gown asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Leiza chuckled, glancing at Azzy. "Oh, it's quite the story. It's just the movies. One day, I was going out shopping and some gangsters entered there with the guns for something. Our hero here…" She grabbed Azzy's arms with affection with a smile and continued, "singlehandedly beat them up. You should have seen this. It was quite heroic."

Azzy replied with a casual raised voice as if he was lodging a complaint. "Oh, C'mon. That's not our first meeting. Our first meeting was when you wanted to…"

*Smack*

An instant playful smack was struck on his lips, surprising others. Leiza spoke, "C'mon, I'm elevating your image here, Babe." As Azzy stayed silent, Leiza turned to others and said. "It's nothing. Just an embarrassing incident happened right before his heroics. We kinda fought about something stupid. Anyway, after that fighting scene, he disappeared and I never expected to see him again, either. And look at fate, he actually turned out to be a family friend who lived abroad. One thing led to another and here we are…"

"Woah…"

"You only dated like three months and are already engaged…"

"Well, it was hasty but I feel it is the right time and I just don't want to let him go…"

"Well, it looks like the missus fell hard for the handsome…"

"Can't you blame me? Where did you find a perfectly handsome guy with a great personality?"

"Awww…"

Another guest, a man in a crisp navy suit, leaned in. "And what about you, Mr. Garcia? Not much is known about your past. Some say you are a billionaire tycoon and some say you have background in martial arts…"

Azzy took a sip of his drink before replying, his tone light. "Well… my background isn't that interesting. I had a simple life but I love to travel a lot."

The man raised an eyebrow. "That's rather vague."

He answered casually, weaving through the questions with half-truths and vague remarks.

"How did you the two of you fall in love? I mean like, what is that moment you thought you fell in love with each other?" "No, no, no, answer this first, Leiza. Who proposed who first?" "Ohhh!"

Leiza smoothly redirected the conversation, her charm effortlessly keeping the attention on her. Azzy appreciated it, but soon, his focus wavered when he spotted something—or rather, someone—in the crowd.

A figure stood near the far end of the banquet hall, exuding an aura unlike any he had seen before. It shimmered with divinity, powerful yet restrained. Azzy's instincts flared, after three months.

"I need to step away for a moment," he murmured to Leiza, who barely had time to nod before he moved through the throng of guests.

The man he followed had long blond hair and carried a glass of wine, his posture relaxed as he made his way toward the balcony. Azzy trailed behind, keeping his distance until the stranger stopped, gazing out at the moonlit city below.

Azzy approached cautiously. "Who are you?"

The man turned around, devoid of expression, and replied. "Just someone who know you."

In that instant, the Reaper's voice echoed in Azzy's mind, solemn and foreboding. "The time has come. Everything is going to change."

Azzy's brows knitted together. His body tensed, muscles coiling as if preparing for a fight. "What do you mean by that, Chronos?"

"Listen to what he has to say, and you'll understand it, Azrael," replied the Reaper.

Azzy looked at the stranger named Uriel and said. "You are an Angel."

The man nodded. "Yes."

Azzy then said. "If you recognized me, then, you must have known that I'm alive." After a brief pause, he asked. "Are you here to question what happened to the mission, three months ago or something?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The man, however, replied, "No."

"Then, are you here to capture me?"

The man's expression remained unreadable. His voice was devoid of emotion, mechanical in its precision. "And it would be beneath me to engage in battle with someone who has yet to ascend, much less a human who was pretending to be an angel."

"Yet to ascend?" Azzy studied him carefully. When he did, he felt that this man actually suppressing his strength to demigod. And it was subtle but there is a hint of pure divinity emitting from his body, instead of simple divinity. It's kind of divinity he sensed when he fought Baphomet. The fact that the person addressed him as human and not an angel says a lot of things. Azzy's eyes narrowed. "Who are you really? And what do you want, exactly?"

The man replied. "The name's Uriel and I'm here to give you some information."

"Uriel?" Azzy became tensed for a moment. "The Archangel Uriel?"

The man nodded. "Yes."

"What do you want to talk with me?" Azzy asked.

Uriel took a slow sip of his wine before speaking. "I have come to tell you the truth about my niece—Michael's daughter. The real reason she broke up with you."

Azzy's jaw clenched at the mention of her. He looked away briefly, then back at Uriel with a hardened gaze. "It doesn't matter. Whatever her reasons, she decided I wasn't capable of handling her problems. She didn't trust me. That's all I need to know."

Uriel remained unmoved. "This concerns more than just your past heartbreak. It is tied to your own fate."

Azzy narrowed his eyes. "My fate?"

The Reaper continued to spectate in silence, waiting for things to fall in place.