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 like a small apartment from the outside, Azrael raised her eyebrows when they entered her place. It looks cozy and somehow expensive compared to its shabby appearance in its exteriors. Azrael inspected the place while wondering what Nae’s been up to. She picks up a knife from a table pinned to a wall, while flipping it, she asked, “Why are you here?”Nae fixes her gaze on Azrael first before answering, she is clearly weighing her words towards Azrael as she had a reputation of having a very short string of patience, “I’m here because of your brother.” she replied while still looking at Azrael who handily plays with the knife.Azrael frowned for a moment and said, “Wow,” she put back the knife on the table and walk to the glass windows of the house, “so Lucifer’s building a legion of Demons here now?” she said and turned to Nae. She looked dumbfounded that she did not say anything, Azrael started to speak again, “Are you the commander of those Demons? That chase was lame by the way.” she pointed to Nae.“No,” Nae uttered slowly as she realizes what Azrael meant. She thinks she works for her older brother, the King of Hell, Lucifer, “I don’t do that anymore. I was…” she paused as if looking for the exact words, “I was sort of pardoned. I am actually here to get rid of those Demons you were talking about.”“What?” Azrael exclaimed, bewildered. That’s unusual. Namaah is a devoted ally of Lucifer. She has also been the war leader of the Avestan, a race of female warriors descended from Satrina that have been exiled from Heaven. A great warrior and admired leader, forged in the bowels of Hell to torture the guilty for all of eternity, Nae is an arch-demon having served for eons as one of Hell’s head torturers.“I was trying to keep them out of here. Those rogue Demons were trying to attack Constanta since the other day.” Nae replied and gestured while explaining.“Aren’t all Demons rogue?” Azrael said under her breath while flashing a poker face. Nae rolled her eyes at Azrael, after billions of years she never change, she thought. Sarcastic has a dry sense of humor and always had that chip on her shoulder. She has the right to be though, she’s the Angel of Death after all. One of the most powerful beings, one who will always win a war and one who always stands on her feet.Azrael laughed at Nae’s reaction. No one will ever think that this girl masked a hideous form. Straight honey blonde hair, porcelain skin, and perfect heart-shaped lips, but if you would look closer into her forest green eyes, only then you’ll notice that it was soulless and so is she. She’s strikingly attractive, beautiful, and with a finely-curved athletic figure.Azrael ignores her first question as she knew Nae will eventually lie and lie and lie, “How long have you been here?” she then queried.“Three years if you count it in human,” she replied and sat down at one of the chairs at the dining table, just across the living room. Azrael may go back and forth in the human world, and she can still say that it wasn’t small after all.Azrael shrugged, whatever she is doing here, she doesn’t care, she has her own quest to do. She lounged on Nae’s brown leather sofa and started to think. She’s becoming desperate on how to even start her pursuit.She was snap out of her thoughts when Nae spoke, “You know by now, one of your siblings will come here to take you home.” she said after drinking from a glass of wine she opened earlier.Azrael looked up at the ceiling, she knew that too well and if one finds out she’s here for a reason that is wrong for them, they will do anything to take her back home. They’ll eventually persuade her to stop and be righteous. She realizes that Nae said she’s here because of her brother, not Lucifer, but maybe Yerachmiel, the Angel of the Earth.“Not if you won’t tell them,” Azrael said, her voice becoming muffled as she covers her mouth as spoke by the back of her hand. She looks at Nae with a bright smile, Nae looks back at her as if they’ll start throwing a truce between each other. Azrael knew her for a very long time and she knows about what she does best too.“I won’t if you tell me why you’re here,” she replied with an uplifted mood in her voice. While staring back at Nae, Azrael started to catch on to something. Speaking of brothers, maybe destiny has really helped her out. Nae will surely betray her, but not if it involves her own blood, her own brother.Azrael smirked as if a brilliant idea just pop out of her head, “When was the last time you saw your exiled brother?” Nae’s expression started to change from gleeful to gloomy.“I don’t know how exactly long,” Nae replied in a slow monotone. She wasn’t sure why Azrael is asking but she expected she have come to make a bargain out of it.“What if I tell you...” Azrael grinned widely, “that you can see him again?” she said in a confident and enthusiastic voice. Her face lights up too.“I can’t, you knew that. No one gets out of there, not even you.” Nae defended but hope can be seen in her eyes. It was a hint for Azrael to continue swerving Nae’s feelings.Azrael shrugged and gently stroked her Blade placed as a necklace on her chest. The Blade spelled out her true name, and other things besides, “The Prince of Hell is not in the Void.” she halted and formed a curve in her lips, “He’s here.”Nae felt a jolt in her spine because of Azrael’s remorseless, wicked expression combined with her ethereal and rough voice. There’s a reason why most of the creatures who stand in front of her get weak on their knees with just one look,“How would I know that you’re not lying?” Nae said and stood up. Her expression is auspicious and hopeful.Azrael stood up and look straight into Nae’s eyes, “Because he wasn’t struck by my Blade, honey.” she breaks her gaze and moved to the windows to glance over the old buildings outside the apartment, “I hope that’s enough reason for you to believe me.” Azrael doesn’t trust Nae, that’s the truth. But she would do anything to use as leverage and a tool to achieve what she wants. She doesn’t know what Bernael looks like and using Nae would make things easier for her.Nae thought about Azrael’s words carefully. She’s right, Bernael wouldn’t be in the Void if he wasn’t struck by the Angel of Death’s Blade, Azrael’s Blade, the one on her neck. But she has to be careful believing Azrael because she doesn’t know what she really wants, “What do you want me to do?” Nae asked while looking at Azrael. She’s a walking scheme, her angelic sapphire blue eyes are just as tempting as her words.Azrael smirked a success, she turned and faces Nae, “I want you to help me find him.”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
The morning sunbeams of Los Angeles was popping into the glass doorways of the dining room that leads to the pool. Summer was almost ending and fall is on its way. Music was playing from the stereo. The smell of bacon and eggs was coming from the kitchen where the siblings sat in the dining table. Ouriel was singing along as he put the eggs in the table. Azrael waltz in from the living room, she was already primped, same as her siblings. Her hair was falling freely that looks like a thread of a silvery black silk, “Sit. Breakfast is ready.” Remiel said gesturing the chair in front of her. The table was full of American type of breakfast. Fried bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage and egg sandwich, croissants, milk and orange juice. Azrael decided to tell them about last night and how she find Bernael. But there’s two factors why they didn’t go after him. First, because Azrael insisted not to and second, because they needed to be sure it was really him. That’s why they’re planning how to s