Azrael awoke in a queen size bed, covered in white cotton sheets. He stretched his arms out, yawning, when his arm hit the passed out blonde in the bed next to him. A grin crossed his face and he looked over her, he laughed to himself. He though of how he seduced this unfortunate soul into taking him in last night, all he had to do was catch her eye with his midnight black eyes, that swirled with imaged of souls, then flash that smile of his and she was all his. He had corupted her, the poor girl was leaving to become a nun, well not anymore. He laughed to himself and got out of the bed, he pulled on his black jeans and t-shirt, then with a flick of his head, his hair layed perfectly on his head. Before he left, he walked to the girl in the bed, and let his finger slide down her arm, leaving a black mark, marking her for early death.<br/><br/>As he walked the streets of Rohde Island, he grumbled to himself. He made his way to a popular cafe and took a seat in a dark corner. Searching the cafe for "her". He wouldn't have been here if it wasen't for that little brat Jezzebel, she had to leave, come to earth and wreak havock.<span style="font-style: italic">I have more important things to do! Im the god damn angel of death for fuck sakes!</span>He thought to himself, useing the term angel lightly, as since he fell he became a deamon, satins "angel" of death, instead of gods. He began to speak in the demonic language, his call to his sins, his seven deadly sins, they needed to get their instructions then set out and hunt down Jeezebell.