Chapter 241: Awakened

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** Dorothy was a strikingly beautiful woman, her features soft and gentle, radiating a calm and demure aura. Her presence in the library, lost in the pages of a book, evoked the imagery of a serene classical painting. Yet, it was unsettling to think of such grace being tied to something so sinister. The thought struck me as odd—how could someone so seemingly innocent bear such a resemblance to a demon? Dorothy’s delicate beauty stood in stark contrast to Azazel’s sharp, masculine features. Yet, the resemblance between the two was undeniable, even if only on a deeper, inexplicable level. Anyone familiar with Dorothy would instantly be reminded of her upon encountering Azazel. It wasn’t a perfect replication but rather an uncanny connection, a bond forged by the mysterious blood of the mayfly. The realization hit me with such force that my heart skipped a beat. Was it possible? Dorothy and Azazel? The notion seemed absurd; they were separated by millennia. A