Snap!
As the final torrent of light converged into the heavens, the ruined chapel, once more returned to darkness, echoed with a crisp snap of fingers.
Perfect!
The ancient serpent lounging lazily on the throne could not help but sincerely praise his own wise and mighty decision.
I was touched, sure, but you want me to work? What kind of joke is that!
Do you know why I ran away? Even gods needed private lives, okay?
Samael glanced at the sky as the light gradually dispersed and muttered teasingly.
Ever since he had started taking it easy, his attitude toward work had been very clear:
Examine myself three times a day: Could I avoid doing it? Could I do it tomorrow? Could I make someone else do it?
Since he could not stop it now, he would leave the work to those who wanted to do it. What an enlightened decision!
My dear disciple, since you wanted to clear your Lord's name, go do it yourself.
Whether you believed or not, whether you loved or not, I was there.
See? Wasn't the problem perfectly solved?!
Samael looked up at the sky, where the last wisp of radiance had withdrawn into the clouds. In high spirits, he stretched his limbs and rose to look around the ruined chapel, a trace of regret in his eyes.
After making such a huge commotion, it looked like he could no longer stay here.
Tsk, time to run again...
The ancient serpent rose from his seat, narrowing his eyes as he looked into the distance. A grim sneer appeared on his face.
Still, before leaving the scene of the crime, there seemed to be a debt to settle!
At the same time, inside a half-collapsed illegal structure in the center of town.
"Who? Who's calling