<span style="font-style: italic">Azrael</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Watched her go, wondering why she flinched at his harsh words. Surely she had had enough flung at her considering she was a demon after all. He dismissed it though and went to lay on his bed, he was tired. He had drained his energy by healing Lotus from the foolish girl. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself so he could drift off to sleep. But sleep did not seem want to come so he layed there with his eyes open staring at the blank ceiling thinking about his past. It was more like reviewing his past till it reached here, the present.  Horrible things had happen in such little time it didn't affect him though. After all he was the Archangel of Death he had nothing to fear, besides love of course. He didn't want that no never that. IT was a killer itself in a different way, more like a mental or emotional killer it struck when everything was going well that was how it worked.<br/><br/>He knew way to well and wasn't about to fall into that trap again no not this time. Even though his body, mind and soul longed for it. He could reserve himself he was quite good at it. He wasn't going to betray his own self promises.</span>