Azrael<br/><br/>He didn't like the city, But hated the country and urban places. He on top of the roof The Arch Hospital. It was his break time, more like smoke time. He often smoke a little more than he should but what did it matter? He was a Fallen Angel, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. He took one long last drag of the small white paper that held the ingredients to his calming methods, before tossing it down and stomping it out. He headed back inside, he needed to go check on his patience Lotus. He seemed so close to death, he hated how humans tried to save others from death what exactly was the point of it. They all had to die eventually, but humans were pathetic and stupid he could never understand why God had loved those idiotic creatures even though they sinned every time they took a breath.<br/><br/>As he headed down the steps to the 24th floor, he heard arguments close to the doors of each level. He shook his head some doctor was always yelling at one of the nurses. He felt bad for them really, sometimes if he had time to have empathy but that was rare. He pushed the pale green door that read 24 in big white numbers. He walked silently down a plaid blue and white hallway heading for room #403. That's were Lotus, his patience was suppose to be recording his dreams from the night before. He shook his head as he passed the check in/visiting counter for level 24, Lucy one of his co-workers was fast asleep at the desk. He hit the bell as he passed waking her up out of her lovely dream and continued down the hall, Turning left onto another hallway but this one was smaller. He tapped his fingers on a board he had picked up on the counter of the check in. He prayed Lotus had wrote something down, these patience here were out of their beloved minds most of the time. Burning themselves alive, hanging, shooting each other. Humans were as vicious as demons. He chuckled lightly at the thought, he had such an ironic sense of humor sometimes.