closed starter || @bledwaves
Azrail had been striding on mortal lands for days now, his steps hidden by the black clouds that usually surrounded him; making him silent, invisible, and untouchable. Not a pleasurable walk, you see, as he was sniffing around to try and comprehend what exactly was unfit for this place or the dynamics of the life contained in it. He knew something to be wrong. He could feel it. He could even scent them: the spirits that weren't supposed to be around. An abnormal amount of them; or maybe not great in amount? But density? In the energy and essence that they held? At first, he had even assumed they were actually some of the dead he took care ofâ playing runaways, sneaking out from the Underworld. But such a thing was nearly impossible, it would require an insane amount of energy, some absurdly powerful being, to break between the Realmsâ and none of those souls could wield such a feat. It couldn't be. It couldn't be. Besidesâ the essence these invaders seemed to carry wasn't the same as the ones he already knew. He sighed. If he needed to nail this down, he needed proper help.
After much lurking, he made his way to an old, old friend's doorstep. It was a friend who had been through thick and thin while jumping between life and deathâ one that Azrail had messed with the death balance for, to be honest. It seemed like it all had happened just the other dayâ and they had seen each other only a few times ever since, when the other was near losing this mortal carcass. Not that the other had been able to recognize Azrail in any of those opportunities, which was something that for some reason wounded him to realize. Anyway. Once again visible, not that the earlier trick could ever work against eyesight such as his friend's, he knocked on their door. Something so, so very human that it made him chuckle. He longed to see the other's face, he had missed their time together. Immortality was way too lonely, even for him.

















