#azrael: angel of death𖣥

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Starter for @lettherebemonsters

Azrael wasn’t sure what he was doing. Well, it knew what it was doing, it was knocking on Adam’s door to ask for advice. But Adam? Of all people to request guidance from was Adam really who Azrael should go to? Of course, Adam was high ranking and another angel, but he was also quite loud and Azrael wasn’t prepared to deal with that. Either way they had already committed to knocking on the door, harshly, at that. So there was no turning back from there.

Of course, he could run. But that would have been cowardly and the archangel of death was no such thing. He also could have lied about the meaning for the surprise visit. Again however, Azrael was far too prideful for that. So he simply knocked again, and waited for Adam to come open the door. By the time it began regretting this decision it was too late to change it.

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“Zephy! There you are. Why are you down here you can’t go disappearing on me like that-oh. You managed to fall before I did? That’s…uh…fuck.”

She had been trying to break her horns off all afternoon , she was tired and hungry and freaking out, her wings fluffed out and a mess, usually she was so confident and didn’t give a shit where she was .. but that was back when she was sure of her home , of her place within it .

Sure she may not listen to all of heaven after all Death would come for them soon, but she still had their backing at least .

She froze when she heard a familiar voice and stared wide Eyed at Azrael.

“I-I don’t know what I did wrong! “ she took a step back from him afraid he would look at her with disgust.

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“I guess I will have to be your personal bodyguard, then. Is it your life’s mission to give me more things to worry about or are you actually just this stupid? Luckily for you I am heavily armed at all times and more than willing to flay someone alive for you…I wonder if sinner meat tastes any good. We shall try it one day and have an answer, yes? Perhaps they can be served as steaks. As for our brother, I am aware. He will never change, so there is no shock in the fact that he is still far too sentimental.”

Azrael tucked the knife into a pocket, though he did so with more than a little annoyance. Their near-dead-eyed stare never once left Gabriel, perhaps in scrutiny, or perhaps because it did genuinely want Gabriel to take safety measures. Although, he did hum in curiosity at the topic of Charlie. The girl sounded more than a bit crazy.

“Our ‘family business’ is making humans suffer. After all, we are meant to take after our creator. Even after death, we torture them, kill off their souls, cause destruction and death in our wakes. Even if Charlie has a good point, it would go against everything that is our duty. Protect heaven from an overpopulation in hell. Keep sinners docile. We have our places and duties, and I have learned the hard way not to push against it. You will have to learn that lesson sooner or later. Good purpose or not, it is not our place to defend these people.”

Gabriel let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he gently pushed the knife back toward Azrael once again, this time with a little more insistence. "Az, you’ve always been the practical one. I get it, I do. But no, I don’t carry weapons in Heaven or on Earth either. I am the weapon if things go south." He gave a sly grin, tapping his temple. "Besides, if things ever get that bad, I’d rather rely on what’s up here than something sharp or loud."

His gaze softened as he looked at Azrael, the fondness clear in his eyes. "But, if you’re that eager to keep me safe, you know you’re welcome to come with me. Lu is your brother too, Az. He misses you—he misses all of us. He just… doesn’t say it out loud. Kind of like someone else I know." He arched an eyebrow knowingly.

Gabriel leaned back, sipping his coffee before addressing Azrael’s skepticism about Charlie. "I’m being completely truthful. She’s got this wild idea that some sinners can change. It’s… ambitious, sure. But I don’t think it’s as crazy as it sounds. Not all of them are evil. Some were just… lost, or desperate, or made bad choices. Charlie thinks they deserve a shot at something better. And maybe she’s right." His eyes glinted with a mix of hope and defiance. "I mean, redemption’s kind of our family business, isn’t it?"

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Just stares at him with her big ole eyes . — @timetoprey

Azrael frowns, and proceeds to haul her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I am keeping you and you are to fight children who pester me.”

[timetoprey]

“All this death…. It’s exquisite~ truly both sides are sooo … stupid Hahahah HAHAHAHAHAHA——, how lovely it is when the order of time comes for them all~ so many souls just for me~ I do hope two lose ends finally fix themselves today~”

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Naughty or nice?

“I stand by my decision, it was entertaining.”

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“At least I don’t have to clean. That’s a plus. You can do as you wish of course. Though, perhaps don’t invite divine punishment upon yourself so carelessly. You may not care now but it is undecided what the future may hold and you seem smart enough to understand this concept. Are you?”

He sighed and debated cleaning the blood. Later, perhaps. For no archangel with any sense of pride should get down on their knees before a lesser being…right? Instead it simply shifted on its feet and listened.

“Hm. Cults are a pain in the ass, though I imagine being in one is worse than disposing of the aftermath of one. You were raised in it, so you were easy to manipulate into believing what you were told from the start. At least you have now learned otherwise.”

He frowned at the explanation. This was why he was not fond of language. Because it’s was full of stupid unspoken rules.

“People add new language rules too often, one cannot be expected to keep up.”

"Fret not I am not going to make you clean something that I have done. that being said your welcome... and mm.. well those above can come at me and yell at me if I need to be realistic. I do not care to much if they try to yell or harm me. I have already seen enough bullshit when I was in a cult "

there would be a scoff that escaped her mouth as she tossed the body of the angel that she had picking at into a nearby trash bin. she wasn't going to clean the blood up some other chump could do something like that. but that being said. she would look at Azrael and raise a brow a little

"mmhm... I was born into it and told not to question anything that the deity did for I would be smite or something like that . do not worry to much about it. it is annoy to believe I was made to believe this god would be my salvation when it isn't."

She would shake her head before raising a brow as she pinched the bridge of her nose. did this one not know this is just how people worked

" It is much like a fruit explosion muffin. there is no real explosion it is just a term used for numerous fruits in one thing "

[timetoprey]

His eye is finally better now~

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Azraels pet lynx Sparkles is now trying to snuggle Zephyr to make the sadness of Azrael dying go away. Meanwhile Azrael is reforming in a corner somewhere.

@timetoprey

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"i'm staying home to take care of you."

“I’m fine.. “ she rasped, huddled under a bunch of blankets and broke into a coughing fit again . She was not fine but she was being stubborn .

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“So simply do not tell anyone I taught you to cuss.”

“Are you lost, young one? You look awfully familiar…”

🦢⚔️ "....uhh..no? I'm..not lost...you look familiar too.."

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His brother cooks odd looking food. Though apparently it tastes good? He is now on his way to try this food.

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Time for another mandatory family feast night . Ugh he didn’t even want to be here , “hey you wanna go for a walk?” And by walk be Means head outside of the golden palace and go smoke weed.

“Please. It is so loud in here I think my brain is trying to kill itself.”

Azrael downs the last of its wine and stands up, gesturing for Lucifer to lead the way.

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Unfortunately your local Azrael has died from a combination of cinnamon overdose and too much trumpet noise. Please contact your nearest funeral home, they can’t find him. He disintegrated. He is still the best looking sibling.

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He stares for a moment.

“…okay first of all I’m not a virgin and second of all I don’t conform to that anatomy-I think-“

“I should lay an egg just to prove you wrong.”

“That’s it. You’re getting the sex education book.” And he produced a large, thick book from his desk. “Now Azrael when you choose to reproduce, it’s important to remember that you need a mate who is ovulating and can accept your sperm for fertilization—”

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🍬: for our muses to go trick-or-treating

@timetoprey

:3

“Okay, you have your bag and costume? Do you have weapons? Just in case. Do you have an extra bag if one isn’t enough for the candy? I can carry the extra bag for you.”

Azrael was filling a bowl with homemade goodies as it spoke, planning to leave out the treats near its office in town for trick or treaters. Though dressing up for Halloween was fun, Azrael didn’t stay far from its usual attire. It was wearing a blue suit with dinosaurs and waffles on it, and carrying a purple scythe. That was about as festive as the angel planned on getting for now. They were more concerned with taking Zephyr out to get candy, and of course, keeping her safe on the night of spooks.