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Oleander could feel tears threaten to spill. He hadn't known the child for long, but the short amount of time he had known her had impacted him. He held her hand as she went under for surgery, and he was the first person there when she came out of it. She had asked for him to be there, and he was there. Taking a long shaky breath, the God entered the room, nurses hadn't noticed the passing of the child yet. Golden eyes watched as he waited for the young child's soul to separate from her body. He hadn't asked anyone which God or angel would be responsible for taking the child's soul to her respective home, and honestly he didn't care.

The sound of footsteps behind the barrier of mattress garnered his attention and he looked up, twisting desperately in his binds. His brows furrowed as a dark figure stepped forward and he let out a muffled sound behind the tie fashioned as a gag.

"Oh Heavenly host….please release me!”