“And Lucifer?” Armaan asked, because he was still fucking pissed off. “My friend Henry is married to the son of a saint. And Lucifer attacked him just for being with Iestyn. Henry isn’t even with someone from the pantheon, just one of their children. He had no reason to go after Henry other than boredom. And they had archangels and saints on their side! So he kept my friend in his basement for two weeks and he tortured and starved him and Henry was fucking paralysed- He nearly died. What if Lucifer was bored and decided to come after me? You think my sisters would ever be the same if I died like that? You think my mother would?”
Armaan stood again, but he wasn’t pacing. He was preparing. “That’s what you didn’t see fit to tell me. What you were always going to keep to your fucking self. I’m not immortal, Freddie! Henry chose to be with Iestyn, despite the risks. And you didn’t even consider to pay me the same courtesy! I could have gotten over a lot of this but I- No. No. You put me at risk and you can’t even see you fucking did it!”