“I can’t believe that the human world teaches you to wear costumes.” Azrael said as she pulled on her white polka dot blouse. She was wearing a blue denim pants, a lace up sweater, a pink cardigan and a brown Chelsea boots. Her hair was in a tight ponytail. She has also a blue floral backpack hanging in her back. They were walking down the streets of W. Temple and were heading to Downtown Magnets High School. And both of them were dressed up as a high school student. Ouriel was also wearing his shirt from earlier, denim pants, sneakers and a varsity jacket from the school they were heading. Azrael didn’t know where Ouriel got their clothes, “Are you sure this was all clean? After we finish this mission I’m already itching.” she said while pulling the sleeves of her cardigan. “Of course it is clean, and we have to rub our shoulders with the students that’s why we have to be dressed like this.” he said as a group of teenagers watched him as he walked. And Azrael heard… “Oh my God, h
Azrael recollected the last time she saw Carter, and because she doesn’t have a sharp mind as sharp as Ouriel’s, she can’t recall the exact year but she counted it was already fifteen years by now. Azrael and Ouriel sat beside each other in Carter’s dining table while Carter stared at both of them. He heaves a sigh and said, “Oh God, I thought I was going crazy.” his British accent was still there as Azrael recalled it.Now she knew that she should always follow her guts. The moment she saw Carter’s face she knew he hasn’t grow old. Well, according to his natal records he was now 27, but he looks like he hasn’t aged a day since he turned 20. Chestnut hair, honey brown eyes, ivory skin and a very thin lips.He really looks like a boy who just graduated from high school, not because he was a bit short but because of his so much younger face. Have humans already invented the formula of immortality? Ouriel raised an eyebrow at Carter. Both he and Azrael don’t know how to explain their exi
Ouriel catches up at Azrael outside the building. She was stomping her feet as she and Ouriel walks up to a bus that will pass by Beverly Hills, the two of them never commuted or rode a public transit from before but none of them brought their cars so instead of walking, they settled on the shuttle, “You shouldn’t have said that.” Ouriel started when he and Azrael was already on their seats. In front of them was two old men reading newspapers.“What?” Azrael asked as if she don’t know what he is talking about.“You said it smugly. You sounded like he owed you his whole existence.” Ouriel said in a low voice because a woman sat beside him.“Well, doesn’t he? If I let him die in that accident, he wouldn’t be here living like Captain America wanting to save the world.” Azrael said sarcastically.“You told me, it wasn’t his time yet?” Ouriel queried. Azrael rolled her eyes and Ouriel realizes that it was only Azrael who wants him alive. Ouriel doesn’t have any idea if it’s against the rul
Azrael notices that the boys are quite enjoying their job at the club. Ouriel loves socializing and there he can use his skills on talking unlimited. Rad loves girls and he can definitely bait one and Rogziel has been heady for liquors since it was invented so the club is the right place for him. When the boys went out, Azrael decided to clear her thoughts and breathe some fresh air before figuring out what to do to cure her boredom, “Boo!” Gabriel said when he caught Azrael outside the house sitting in the stairs while smoking a cigarette.“What the hell!” Azrael cried out and when she saw Gabriel she slaps his shoulders. She killed the smoke from her cigarette and turned to him, “I thought you left.” she blurted right away and drank from her coffee cup that she ordered using an app in Yerach’s phone.“But I haven’t.” he replied playfully.“Why?” Azrael returned.“Because…” Gabriel stated and left Azrael hanging for a moment and said, “I’m the owner of my own time.” and then he laugh
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 st
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,