Raphael's Blood!

“You insisted on seeing me, but it was for something as foolish as this?” a white-haired man with white eyes stared at Michael coldly, his expression that of obvious displeasure.

One would have assumed that his hair had been dyed. After all, which person was born with white hair? Yet, that was indeed his true hair. His eyes were confirmation of this. He was Gabriel, Michael’s brother. Michael looked at the image of his brother displayed through the large television screen with the same cold expression that his brother was giving him. Clearly, the two were not on good terms. Next to him, Muriel signed and shook his head. This was why he had wanted to be the one to lead this conversation. Whenever those two spoke, it always led to an argument. Unfortunately, Michael insisted on speaking to Gabriel himself to convey the seriousness of the matter. In the end, they may be brothers; but Michael’s position as the angel of war was not one that could be ignored when it came to matters of war.