<h4>Chapter 235 - Silver Thread</h4>


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    The Empress Luna


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    "The detours she would make if we didn''t interfere will lead to your current reality." Archangel Azrael said.


    Luna recognized that it was the voice of Archangel Azrael when he wasn''t in his true form.


    The first indication was that it didn''t make her brain explode.


    "You need to strike the deepest vein in the body." A feminine melodious voice chimed in, but there was a ring of confidencecing through it. "A being that had her soul cord tied to another being couldn''t help but respond to the tug. Its connection is pumped through their bloodstreams."


    Luna went rigid when she heard the female''s voice evoked something inside her that she couldn''t exin.


    "My father exined to me that the blood bond could lift and drop spirits." The female said quietly as she released a shallow smile. "It would be confusing and multiyered, especially if it involved a lot of people."


    There was a heavy feeling in her stomach before warmth flowed through her veins like sweet honey, especially when she uttered the word ''father.''


    Luna''s closed eyes prickled with tears in recollection of his husband.


    Thedy had a father.


    Luna assumed that they had a great bond because she sensed the mncholy in her voice.


    Did her father die?


    Was her father an expert when it came to blood bonds?


    Oh!


    If Luna could only speak to her, then she would ask for thedy''s father to help her with this situation.


    These multiple blood bonds with multiple people must be a rare urrence that her father had experienced.


    "To be tied to this blood bond is such a pathetic thing." Archangel Azrael said bluntly, and the female he was talking to gasped at his statement.


    Luna could almost hear the youngdy swallow hard before she whispered, "The thread could make someone remember who they are and who their soul belonged to. The simplest ident could activate the thread, especially if you had lost the one you were connected with."


    Luna changed her mind.


    The youngdy had gritted her teeth with forced restraint.


    She was frustrated at the Archangel. "The thread of fate can bring two separated souls back together if they were meant to be."


    "I strongly believe that tethering soul cords together and establishing blood bonds is a sadist''s work."


    The youngdy continued as if she hadn''t heard what the Archangel Azrael said, "If their thread of fate were connected to someone their love, then that person would find she was free because being tethered to your love will be the only anchor your heart required."


    If you are attached? to the wrong person, it would be like life imprisonment." There was dark and exquisitely dangerous in the Archangel''s voice as if he would kill the youngdy for challenging him further. "You are a hopeless romantic, Parisia. You need to wake up."


    Just a word, and the youngdy would perish if she couldn''t keep her mouth shut.


    She burst out, insulted. "I hate you, Azrael!"


    "I don''t care." He replied with nonchnce. "I am going to make your wishe true as long as the Archangels can keep you here in the Heavenly Realm forever."


    "--As long as you do your part to save my sister." She reminded him.


    "It''s an Archangel''s job to keep you and your sister safe." Azrael sounded irrevocably insulted at her reminder. "We don''t destroy your family as long as you are on our side and not the Archdemons."


    Luna wasn''t familiar with the rtionship dynamics between the Archangel and this female.


    Still, she swore the female had a little power over him based on how simply shemanded the closest Archangel of the Highest God, expecting to be followed.


    "You said it yourself that they would still be together. Why do you still insist on interfering?" Azrael raised his voice, and it echoed loudly in the small chamber. "You are alive, aren''t you?"


    Luna imagined that thedy would flinch and move away from him, but there was no such thing.


    The youngdy did theplete opposite.


    Footsteps.


    A resounding p on the face.


    Luna heard tiny punchesnding on a muscr chest.


    The youngdy yelped when Archangel Raziel had grabbed both of her wrists to subdue her weak attacks.


    Archangel Azrael might be one of the strongest Archangel, but he didn''t hurt her.


    Nevertheless,? Luna had this unexinable yet protective urge to kill Azrael for destroying the youngdy''s hopes and dreams.


    "I''m doing this to make my parents happy." She sobbed. "I told you I am going to take my sister back, Azrael."


    By the sound of her muffled cries, Luna had assumed that the Archangel had wrapped his arms around thedy and let her cry on his shoulder.


    Good Archangel!


    There was something in thedy that was both familiar and foreign.


    Luna tried to focus her being on thedy, for it felt like her mind was desperate totch unto this mysterious creature so bad that it was almost obsessive,


    Her head throbbed relentlessly, so she gave up.


    "Clear as crystal. Now which thread you wanted me to cut?" Archangel Azrael''s question resonated like amand a warrior might say to his subordinate. "We shall not waste time."


    It was absolute, expecting instant obedience from thedy.


    "Sword of fate."


    Luna could see a white sh at the back of her closed eyelids.


    Summoning the weapon in his hand, Azrael continued in the eerie silence, "This will be the first and thest time that I would help you. I had done enough."


    The youngdy said with conviction. "I choose the Archdemon Luxen."


    WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS HAPPENING?


    Heart racing, Luna''s chest tightened.


    The air continued to hang heavy in the promise of the uncertainty.


    Of the unknown.


    "You know what will happen after this." Her voice became more urgent, full of desperation. "You have to protect us to ensure our safety. Nicollette---"


    "Hush. I know." The cold amusement was back in the Archangel''s voice, but this time, it was tempered with a razor-sharp edge of steel stroking Luna''s skin. "I will."