The scraps and ashes in her black and leather clothing set forth a tale of a recent adventure. Azrael was always proud of them. Every scar, every wound, and every single drop of blood tells another story. It’s nice to have actually witnessed a world change over the course of billion years. It’s tiring, but it’s congenial.
Azrael landed in one of the oldest residential buildings in the city of Bucharest agilely on her feet. She closed her voluminous black wings that are identical to the color of her hair and walked towards the railings of the rooftop to have a peek at the place.Azrael knew to herself she isn’t a follower, but it does not mean that she is not a believer. She doesn’t follow the rules, she makes them and if necessary she breaks them, and she is doing it exactly now without a pinch of regret in her narcissistic heart. She reminds herself, that she may sometimes be shallow but she has a reason. A raging one.The sound of noisy clamors in the market below the building startled her out of her reverie. She felt the sudden impatient eagerness for the hunt. Sweeping out her thoughts, she started to run to the door. Knowing that her clothes don’t fit the place and is somehow disfiguring and flashy, Azrael started to take some of its pieces off.While running down the stairs, she gets rid of her gauntlet gloves and shoulder pads. She pulled down the silver armband from her arm to her wrist and detaches the metal straps on her chest and stomach as she removed her corset while throwing it all in her way.Azrael decided to jump from the spiral stairs to land on the ground floor where a cold old woman widen her eyes when she pop up. Azrael handed her the wool cloth on her shoulders.The woman said something in Romanian, as Azrael realizes she said thank you, she smiles and went to the exit while grabbing a jacket from a drying rack. She forms a big and marvelous smile on her lips before stepping out into the bustle of the marketplace.While pacing down the streets of Piața Obor, Azrael started to think deeply. How will she ever start her search for someone she wasn’t sure what looks like? She let her mind fly while glancing over the stalls when she felt eyes around her.The hard pavement was filthy, the buildings crowding too close together, but the sun was bright and beautiful – and the streets were full of monsters. Monsters, they bleed as red as men do when you kill them.Azrael stops when someone stridden past her and tries to cut her arm. She saw the sleeves of her stolen jacket get torn, and even though she wasn’t wounded she felt the sting of the metal on her skin. She looks around and saw someone watching her closely from a window and another from a newspaper booth, “Shit!” she cursed loudly and started to run.Right on her cue, the Eidolon Demons disguised as a person, jump out to follow her. Demons are fast, but Angels are faster. Thing is, Demons are also reckless, while Angels are more careful. Only if she was familiar with the place, she thought. Azrael leaps through the mazelike streets of stalls of vegetables, fruits, spices, and clothing cautiously not to damage their livelihood and to have any casualties.One of her brothers probably finds out she went straight to the human world and asks their companions to send her home. It was bullshit, Azrael said to herself, “Excuse me! Oops, I’m sorry.” Azrael said while sliding to a corner of a group of women haggling for a price of meat.When she finally found a small alley where no people are assembled around and she can freely fly and disappear, a group of Demons appeared and were all ready to jump at her. She took a deep breath before pulling out a knife from her belt, “Alright, screw it.” she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her.With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.Azrael outnumbered them quickly, and before she knew it, a bunch of people are behind her. She wasn’t sure if she’ll face them or run away from them, but she chooses the latter. The other end of the alley opens to a bigger street, a rotunda where vehicles were passing.Azrael felt like a fool running away with cars on her side, unable to move because of the heavy traffic. The people inside their cars were sure amazed by how fast and agile she is. Azrael recalls a poem from the Silver City that describes Angels.Swift as the windStrong as the earthSilent as the forestInvisible as waterAzrael readied herself when she saw an approaching motorcycle, she quickly grabbed and pulled it away from the driver and drove back to the direction where it came from. She felt some creature jump on her back, she immediately pulled another knife from her ankle and throw it at a Demon trying to crawl behind her. She knew that the small chase can cause hysteria in the people around.When she saw policemen coming on her way, she drifted back from the motorcycle and leap onto an underground highway. To her surprise, Demons were already waiting for her. She grimaced, and all of a sudden she felt she was on the hard pavement after someone jump on her back to pin her on the ground, “Azrael!?” the person said in full surprise.Azrael groaned and frowned at the same time, when the person took off her hood, Azrael was appalled. The first thing she saw was her face dead white as paper, “Namaah?” she cried in a stunned voice.The girl started to stand up, and so as Azrael. Azrael saw her signaled something to the police who brought down their guns and turned off their sirens before they moved away from them. No wonder why Demons huddled around because a Greater Demon was present. Azrael studied Namaah, more known as Nae to her kingpins. She looks like a fugitive from a different time hiding away because of her clothes. All-black hooded cloak and leather. “What are you doing here?” Nae demanded from her while pulling her from the middle of the street as the traffic flow started going back to normal, she looks at Azrael with full incredulity. “I should be the one asking you that,” Azrael replied while brushing off the dirt on her pants and shirt. Nae examined her again and then glances over the place before beckoning Azrael to follow her. Azrael doesn’t hold prejudices against Demons, even though they were sometimes annoying, but she can’t say she was fond of them either. She followed Nae to what looked
Nae left Azrael in her home to run some stuff before they started looking for Bernael, Azrael did not bother to meddle with it. She started to think, that if Nae betrays her then she will be unhesitant to kill her. Azrael contemplates her plan before continuing, if I don’t do it, I will be doomed, and I don’t want that to happen – she mulled over. Nae lends Azrael better and more mundane clothes. She looks at herself in front of the vanity mirror. Thirteen billion years and Azrael still looks the same as day one. She pushed back her curly raven black hair that went down to her spine and stared directly into her own eyes. She looks untired with her pale skin. She forms her thin heart-shaped lips into a sarcastic smirk. She went back from her trance when Nae arrives from the door, “You good to go?” Nae asked, she tied her hair up in a ponytail, making her features more eye-catching. “Yep,” Azrael said while sliding a curved blade from Nae’s table inside her jacket. She turned and fo
Azrael felt she swirled into another unknown dimension but in reality, she is just carried by someone. She looked at the one who lets her go and it was Rogziel. In a group of five brothers, you can easily distinguish who Rogziel is because of his charcoal black hair that strands fall on his face, droopy nose, and thin mouth. He looked at Azrael with his amber eyes, that doesn’t give you a clue what he was about to say or what he actually feels. She realizes that her siblings were bulking up around her, she moved back and stretched her hands to hold them back. She saw they are wearing proper human clothes and guessed they were there all day trying to find her. Azrael laughed under her breath, puts her hands down and said, “What a good way to start a century.” she said snarky, she literally hasn’t seen anyone of them for years, especially Yerachmiel whom she hasn’t saw in probably thousands of years by now and except Ouriel whom she saw before she left. Remiel stood beside Rogziel,
Yerachmiel live among humans for already 6,000 years. The 10th century or the High Middle Ages was the last time Azrael ever saw him. Azrael may have visited the human world for a couple of times but Yerachmiel never showed himself until now. She’s one of her siblings who believed Yerach left because of how cluttered their family had become. Azrael was fully aware that Rogziel and Ouriel flew from time to time at Yerach’s balcony to check if she’s still inside the room she’s been in. She ignored them completely, Ouriel must have been trying to make things right between the two of them. Azrael told Ouriel all of her plans, remove the killing part, before she left. He must have told it to someone and then they assumed that she might try to kill Bernael. Well she won’t, they just gave her an idea. She doesn’t even know what Bernael looks like and where she would start looking, she just wanted to see him and finds something to stop what was about to happen, and eventually ask him if he
“Why did you take me? Don’t you wanna give me a rest?” Azrael complained right when they left Yerach’s house. “I need to get you out of Rad’s parameter for the sake of my peace of mind.” Yerach replied while looking at Azrael in the rear mirror of his car. Azrael was sitting on the backseat while Rogziel sat beside Yerach. “Why don’t you just ignore Rad? You know him, it’s either he had too much to say or too quiet.” Rogziel uttered when they stop as the traffic lights go red. Azrael let out an exasperated breath. Rogziel’s right, “Why don’t you tell him to use his words wisely?” she said sardonically. Rogziel just shakes his head and paid attention to the buildings they pass by. Azrael amazed herself by the modernity of the city and decided to asked Yerach some questions, “Thousands of cities around the world, why did you choose to stay here?” Yerach smirked, “Because this is Los Angeles, a town full of oracles, con men, real estate speculators, all high on self-delusion, self-g
“Who is this guy?” Azrael demanded from the twins. Rogziel just shrugged, “I don’t know. Ask Remy.” Azrael was fed up with his answer, “What? You’re the one who pulled the paper. You must know who it is.” she replied in confusion. Yerach, Ouriel and Rad were whispering to each other and it annoyed Azrael more. Remiel decided to answer her, “A very old friend.” “An old flame.” Rad interrupted teasingly. “Thanks, Rad,” Remiel remarked and glared at him. Azrael looks way more confused than before and Yerach notices it, “What now, Azrael? I thought you knew everything.” he said to annoy Azrael until he hits her asshole button. “Except this one,” Azrael stated. She grabbed the paper in front of Remiel and studied the face of Sebastián Vozenilek. Platinum blonde hair which gave his pale skin some color, cool grey-blue with long eyelashes. He had a pale, elegant, restless face with high cheekbones. Even though she pulled her memory from the deepest she can’t recognize the guy. Rogzie
“The Peninsula? Tonight?” Yerach blurted out after Azrael gave them the location of where they can find Bernael, “God, he managed to get a fortune that would make him invited to that event?” he said in astonishment. “Of course. That guy Sebastián lives in a penthouse, and not just any other penthouse but one of the most expensive in Los Angeles.” Nae explained while she and Azrael were perched on a couch looking for a dress, “Bernael probably had the same living.” Yerach propped his hands on his chin and acts like he was thinking, he turned to Nae and said, “Is this the party I was invited to the last month?” “Apparently yes.” Nae replied, she handed the iPad to Azrael, “The one the Romanovs will throw.” “Is Anastasia alive?” Azrael said sarcastically without looking at anyone. She busied herself scrolling through the gadget she doesn’t have any idea how to use. “Not that one, Azrael.” Yerach corrected her. “Well, if it’s a big one then breaking and crashing into it would be eas
Azrael break into Sebastián’s penthouse easily. The whole place was dark and she had to be patient and wait for him. She sat in the piano, while waiting, she decided to press some keys. A Johann Sebastian Bach piece to remember the guy whom she’ll try not to kill. He had live a long life, Azrael said to herself. He should consider himself lucky to have a chance to do so. The elevator dings and opens up to Sebastián. He wasn’t surprised at all by Azrael waiting for him. He looks like he just came from the party and flashes a calm expression. Azrael looked at him. To be fair, the guy was attractive, no wonder Remiel got caught up with him once upon a time. But apart from it, Azrael doesn’t know what she likes about this guy. Or maybe he wasn’t bad at all, before. Azrael did not wait for him to reach her, she stood up, and flared the Blade in her hands. Many Damneds called her to have them killed, and it wasn’t against the rules of Heaven, and she won’t regret if she kills him now. Az