“Why hasn’t he woken up yet Luciana” Damien asked, his tone laced with worry for his friend.
“The witches that helped that dog has induced a really strong magic on him. They knew that we can’t do much without Azazel, that’s why they had performed their dark spell on him and just a random spell on us.” Luciana explained.
“If my calculation and knowledge about this spell is right then he will wake up any moment from now” Damien sighed looking at Azazel.and waited for him to get back to consciousness. It has already been two days since he got unconscious.
A few agonising hours passed by.
Moments later, Azazel awoke in his chamber, his heart racing. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he clutched his chest, the remnants of the dream still haunting him.
He stumbled out of bed, disorient
