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𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚,

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩.

An independent, private, and selective writing blog for the Archangel Azrael. This portrayal is not exclusively but rather largely based within the universe of H.azbin Hotel. This account will contain dark themes ahead, so follow at your own comfort.

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Meshes of the Afternoon (1943)

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

The two places Azrael spends most of his time at are earth and hell. Many souls are lost in these two places, and he’s there to guide them to their destination.

#【 OOC. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦.#【 ABOUT. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.#{ don’t know if I had this somewhere but … }

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-Atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the American pacific northwest. the American Midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. Western Europe. eastern Europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. Halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. California. the American Midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

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#【 OOC. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦.#【 DASH GAMES!#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.#{ think i got everything oof }#{ thank you for the tag! }

diabolico87

The Plague. Miguel Opazo.

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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The Angel of Death by Evelyn De Morgan

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

dollartreelobotomy

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

putrefacionss

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLOYALTY, OFFERED LIKE A WOUND DISGUISED AS PRAISE;ㅤdevotion likened to a collar still warm from restraint. Lute allows the insult pass unchallenged, ( a curl to the lip )ㅤabsorbed with the silent gravity of sanctum stoneㅤ[ the way old cathedrals take in mildew beneath gold leaf; rot swallowed whole beneath the illusion of permanence, ]ㅤLet him have his mischief,ㅤshe thinks bitterly; Azrael is what death becomes when it starts to enjoy itself —ㅤslow, indulgent, condescending…ㅤHands still folded behind her back, ( the fragment of her that once knelt at Eden’s threshold — that ancient shard stirs now, lurching forward with something merciless urgency, something shaped like hunger disguised as need )ㅤpale gaze narrows in focus,ㅤvoice is low, almost reverent, as if tasting the syllables for poison,ㅤ“I didn’t claim to know everything; I was not made to know much… I was made to be summoned & obeyed…”ㅤ—a beat,ㅤ“Perhaps that is the difference between us, isn’t it? You’re the angel of death;ㅤI am what gets sent when Heaven stops asking questions. Funny how that works, isn’t it?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ a dog indeed… ]ㅤMerely one step is all it takes to make the distance shrink like muscle around a blade; the air around them hardens as if the world itself is bracing for what might come next…ㅤ“You say you know where he is,”ㅤshe no longer speaks language; she speaks verdict,ㅤ“That I cannot go there,”ㅤher words are measured, etched into the moment like the edges of a seal,ㅤ“So tell me —ㅤwhat do you think I am now, if not proof that where I belong has never mattered?”ㅤgolden orbs shrink to slits, feline, sacrificial,ㅤ“Gates don’t keep me & purpose doesn’t bind me.ㅤIf he passed through, then so will I —ㅤeven if I have to crawl on the ceiling of the next world with my teeth in the throat of your architecture. I would burn for him,”ㅤspoken with the calm of preordainment,ㅤ“I don’t need coordinates anymore; I only needed confirmation,”ㅤ& then!ㅤher smile is surgical; clean, exact, opened without permission,ㅤ“You brought him up; you have said too much. That means he’s traceable…”ㅤShe looks at the book, the wretched digits around it,ㅤ“You’re holding his name like it’s still yours to close; but death doesn’t own him. Not yet; not if I get there first…”ㅤalmost softly, with the quiet of blood warming inside a reliquary:ㅤfinality,ㅤ“I asked nicely. I said I’d knock; but you seem to have mistaken that for mercy,”ㅤa psalm turned inside out…

angelicend

HIS SMILE WAS STILL PLANTED ON HIS LIPS AS SHE spoke. Death takes its time. Death was on no side. Good or bad. Death came when it was time, and Azrael sought to bring the souls to where they were to reside for eternity. Unless, of course, death found them again in the afterlife. Azrael would then see to it that they are guided again, “ Well, forgive me for thinking that you would want something more than that. ” He shrugged his shoulders. In Azrael’s opinion, Sera lost her strength. She used to be stronger than this— confident. Now? Well, here The Exorcists exist.

“ IS THAT ALL YOU WANT? IS THAT YOUR HEAVEN? ” THERE was a look of boredom that crossed Azrael’s expression, “ Do you just want to be at his heel? To only be his purpose? ” A sigh through his lips as slender digits flipped his book open. He thumbed the pages until he got to the one he wanted. He hummed in thought, “ I don’t foresee The Exterminations continuing any time soon, and maybe not ever again with what the princess has discovered, ” dark eyes looked back to Lute, “ I hold his name and many more. That's my job. Their souls are kept safe, and guided to where they need to be. So, yes, I know where he is. ” He closed the book, and placed it back in his suit pocket.

AZRAEL DOES NOT MOVE. HE COULD SENSE THE ITCH TO lunge forward. Her drive to find him outweighed any sense in her. It was quite amusing in a way, “ You can’t go to him. Not now, ” his brows pulled together, “ You need to learn patience. There are some things you can not help him with or protect him from. He has to do this on his own, ” his essence coiled back, burning at the center, and ready to spring forth if need be, “ You do not frighten me, young one. You are ready for war, but the battle you want to start will be one that you will not come back from, ” his voice did not rise or fall, but stayed its usual monotone, “ I do not say this as a threat. My words are meant to remind you of your purpose— your only purpose if you so wish it to be, ” Azrael’s dark pools rolled in their sockets, “ As I said, if you start this battle, you will not come back. Meaning… you won’t be able to help him ever again. ”

#evulosie #【 IC. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

diabolico87

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

llbertas

Truly, they weren't all that bothered being at the receiving end of Azrael's words, as harsh as they sounded. Ser—Zadkiel never held any of them against him, especially since they were aware of the immense burden that shackled itself to his shoulders to have to be the one to escort mortal lives to their judgment day in and day out. It was why they always strove to be the one to make things a little easier, a little lighter for him however possible.

❝Mmhmm! I think it has become even more beautiful since the last time you saw it, so you are in for a treat, Azrael!❞ Their own smile went from ear to ear so as to keep the kindling positivity between them and for the two of them to temporarily forget the weight of their respective duties for a little while. ❝Wonderful, then let us go there. That, and I know that the children have been wondering where Uncle Azzy went. I keep telling them that you are busy, but you know them by now—they are always eager to see you.❞

A hand was outstretched, ready to take the both of them to Italy as promised.

angelicend

A HEAVY BURDEN TO WATCH SOULS DIE IN HORRIFIC WAYS at times. The worst ones had to be the youthful and the ones that begged him to leave. No one really wanted to see death. They were afraid of what they didn’t know. He couldn’t blame them, but how it could weigh him down. Azrael knew the smartest thing to do was to take a step back from time to time. However, death was death. He collected souls. There wasn’t much time for himself. Not that he was complaining. It was an important job, and he wouldn’t want anyone else to be burdened with it.

TO HEAR THAT THE CHILDREN MISSED HIM PLACED A WARM spot in his chest. His smile turned more genuine as he looked to their outstretched hand, “ I always do look forward to seeing them. I should have brought some gifts or treats. Perhaps next time— or I suppose we can find something on our little stroll, ” the heaviness on his shoulders already lightened as he thought, “ They deserve it, ” Azrael took their hand, “ Plus I have to keep up the favorite uncle status, don’t I? ”

#llbertas #【 IC. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

putrefacionss

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫;ㅤwhere did he go? [ a pang to her ribs, she does not sit still & yet, she doesn’t wince ]ㅤLute’s silence is not stoic;ㅤwings do not twitch & that’s only because they are drawn in, coiled tightly behind her ( a blade waiting to be sheathed, )ㅤThe pen clicks throb against her temple;ㅤshe loathes the sound,ㅤ“He’s dead,”ㅤ[ a weight settles on her rib ] she repeats, as if the words must be spoken through her own mouth for the sky, for her,ㅤto understand it;ㅤ“Yes. Of course he is. I knew that,”ㅤorbs harden;ㅤgold dimmed to dull amber,ㅤ“But I didn’t come here for death;ㅤI came here for what’s after,”ㅤpause & then a tilt of her head ( —like a creature trying to decode something primitive; curiosity.ㅤShe is Eve all over again, in that blasted dream… )ㅤ“You’re the angel of endings, Azrael,”ㅤshe says slowly, carefully,ㅤ“...but I must wonder if you even recognize what kind of ending this is. You collect the moment after life, not the shape of it,”ㅤhands stay folded behind her back;ㅤLute will not give him the satisfaction of strain, of thinly-veiled hysteria,ㅤ“If you know where he went,”ㅤshe says at last,ㅤ[ yes; keep speaking like you are in control, soldier, ]ㅤ“...then give me the coordinates. Don’t philosophize; don’t ask if I want comfort,”ㅤtone only sharpens, all through grit teeth,ㅤ“I didn’t come here for peace; I came here for placement.ㅤSo when I follow, I know which gates to break,”ㅤAmber brighten to an almost white-gold,ㅤ& for a moment, Lute doesn’t look like a fallen soldier or a wayward blade:ㅤshe looks like holy design;ㅤintention sharpened to a fault.ㅤA divine mechanism waiting for coordinates; white-hot gaze is not begging, it is calibrating & measuring Azrael like a lock she’s learning how to pick,ㅤ“Tell me where he is,”ㅤquiet as scripture carved into stone,ㅤ“& I promise I’ll knock… once,”

angelicend

DOES SHE EVEN KNOW HERSELF? THE QUESTION RANG IN HIS mind as he gazed at her. What other game could he play? No, no that would be too cruel. He wasn’t one of the dark beings that festered the crust below the living. Even still his mind had thoughts such as those, but maybe it was because of his duty. Azrael hated the realization that he needed to borrow another ear to allow himself some relief of the weights he carried.

THE ANGEL HUMMED THOUGHTFULLY AS HE PLACED HIS PEN IN his suit’s jacket, “ How interesting it is that you seem to know about everything and everyone else… ” a brow arched, an implication wrapped around his words, “ But I know where I guided his soul again. I know where he is right now and what he’s doing. ” Azrael sighed heavily. He was in no rush. No one rushed death. It came and went when it was time, and was right now time? Oh, he wasn’t so sure yet.

A SMILE GRACED HIS LIPS THAT GAVE HIM A MORE ghostly look, however Azrael’s gaze brightened with life, “ You are quite the loyal dog to him. Excuse my wording if that isn’t to your liking, I mean no offense by it, ” a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, “ But unfortunately… ” His other hand gripped his black book, reassuring himself that it was still there, “ Where he went is somewhere you can’t go. ”

#evulosie #【 IC. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.#{ oh I love this }#{ pls he’s such a stinker rn }#{ az likes to get under skin sometimes }

llbertas

Of course, even though they joked about it, it didn't erase anything regarding the book that Azrael carried. It was why they understood that the job that they had was nothing compared to their own brother's. The strength behind their smile diminished slightly, yet it wasn't wiped off of their features completely. ❝No, of course I know that, so you do not need to apologize, really.❞ They would have said that they were the one who ought to apologize, but what would that accomplish? Their amethyst eyes softened in understanding as they moved closer to him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. ❝Is it anything I can help out with, even if it is for a short while? We can always go to the church with those children I take care of or just take a walk on Italy's coastline, if you would like.❞

angelicend

AZRAEL KNEW WHAT HE NEEDED, BUT HE WAS NEVER GOOD at it. He liked to hide it all under dark humor, and sometimes it would come out in an aggressive way. He didn’t mean to do it. He cared about every life and soul. Yes, even the bad ones. However, the souls down in Hell had a limit to his sympathy. In the end, he knew he should speak to someone about the weight he carried on his shoulders. Azrael saw death almost everyday. He held hands with the dying, cooed soft children into their final rest, and that could be too much for even an angel.

HIS HEAD TILTED AT THE MENTION OF A WALK. WALKS were meant to help, weren’t they? Maybe he needed that, “ The coastline, you said? ” Azrael’s smile returned slightly, “ I think I can do with some different scenery, ” eyes drifted aimlessly for a moment, “ And maybe visit those children after. I think seeing some life would be a great change. ” There was life after death, sure, but he needed to see someone living— living in the moment.

#llbertas #【 IC. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

theserpentspsalm

#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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#【 AESTHETIC. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴; 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.

independent. private. selective. 21+ written by aj.

#【 SELF PROMO.#{ *jazz hands* }

putrefacionss

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠ㅤ[ like a sword left plunged into stone, not for lack of strength to move it, but because nothing deserving has ever tried, ]ㅤLute doesn’t react to the invitation in Azrael’s tilt, doesn’t soften at the raised brow, for that would mean giving him something… but, the question is there, though ( buried, sharp, sick with weight )ㅤShe’s spent centuries not asking it; out of pride, fear or perhaps something worse,ㅤ[ the possibility that she already knows, ]ㅤBut now, with the angel of death standing before her, poised like he’s expecting confession instead of confrontation,ㅤthe silence merely tightens;ㅤher throat doesn’t move when she finally speaks, but her voice is clear all the same,ㅤ“Tell me what you think I wish to hear…”ㅤthe words aren’t defiance; they’re permissionㅤ[ a plea, perhaps; a prayer ]ㅤbecause if she asks directly, it becomes realㅤ& if he says it aloud, she can’t bury it again.ㅤSo instead, Lute waits; silent, tense, unreadable as alwaysㅤ( —except in the way her hand curls, slow & precise, over the hilt at her hip,ㅤnot a threat, but a tether...ㅤjust in case the answer ruins her, because it probably will )

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HE WONDERED IF HE SHOULD BE KIND AND TELL HER exactly what she wanted to hear. Or, did he want to drag it out and force her to ask. It seemed cruel, but to him it was his form of humor. Dark and dry, and really who could blame him? With as long as he had lived, and the job he was blessed to do, what kind of humor was left for him? His work was not easy. His work wasn’t for the faint of heart.

AZRAEL SHIFTED. HIS FINGERS FIDGETED WITH HIS PEN TO WHICH he ended up just clicking the end of it. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. A haunting sound, the continued sound of time, “ Tell you what I think you wish to hear? ” He tilted his head, “ I am no mind reader. What you wish to hear can be many things. How would I know which it is? ” Click. Click. Click. Click. Cruel that he played with her like this, but it was honesty at best.

FINALLY HE STOPPED CLICKING HIS PEN. EYES DARK POOLS OF someone who saw too many lives lost in many ways imaginable, “ He’s dead. Though I’m sure you know that. Most souls in Heaven and Hell are, ” Azrael shrugged his shoulders, “ You wish to know his fate? Where did he go? Heaven again? Or Hell? ”

#evulosie #【 IC. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.#{ I'm not feeling too good about this }

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