Her smile is quick, much more genuine that what usually shows on her face. Azrael can be genuine with Death in a way she can’t with most others.
“Good.”
And that was all she said for a moment, running a lithe hand through her chocolate- brown curls. Her attention seemed to be elsewhere, but she suddenly turns her bright, green-blue eyes on him, expression almost blank. A l m o s t .
“What are we waiting for?”
He was about to speak, but she did before him, fortunately. He was waiting to see if she had any propositions before they left, anything she could possibly need before they were to wipe out those bastards. 'course, not even Death to save all demons, but, he will try to save most. If not for himself, for his friend.
"Nothing."
He lays his hand on her shoulder, then off they go. Travelling through whatever it was he traveled through (he should really find out), trying to pinpoint the exact location for them to land.






















