Azrael saw the hallow smile plastered on Zane's face and knew that the little girl reminded him of someone who was close to him. she had seen that smile more than once in her long long life time. She saw it on her face ever day when she woke up at night sobbing and clutching at her chest. She almost followed him but thought better of it, it seemed as if he wanted to be alone. Azrael went back to the table grabbed a bottle of wine and her mug and went back over to the trees. She knew she couldn't get drunk, but the bitter sweet taste helped calm her nerves.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Marco wants me back. Most likely for my punishment. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #800080">Yes, he would love to put you in your place and make you his collectible to do so as he pleases. Maybe then you will be commanded to destroy and eat a whole city once again. Like the good old days.</span><br/><br/>Azrael rolled her eyes at her Serpentile beast that lay sleeping inside her.<span style="font-style: italic">I would rather be the Reapers dog then be his puppet!</span>she took a huge gulp of wine and looked out at the people. They seemed to have ignored her presence and went to have a good time. She scanned the crowd for reapers that belonged to Marco, thankfully there didn't seem to be one in sight. Azrael gulped the rest of the contents of her mug and took out a chain with a diamond ring hanging on it. The only thing she had from her past. It looked a little worn out and dirtied but it was still precious to her. Azrael let the memories come back to her of the night that her late fiance had proposed to her, it was the week before her tragic murder. A lone tear escaped from her eye and she let it fall freely and took a deep breath to calm down her emotions. She distracted herself by gazing up at the moon and stars.