Azrael was impressed by the blind girl. Though her power was a tad below exceptional, she gave her all to the task she was given. Those efforts may very well have saved the lives of all of these humans. Beyond that though, Azrael took on an automatic preference to those who followed Lord Death's orders well and without question. For those who did just the opposite... well, most everyone there had seen what had happened to Anaka. It was a bit sad that the girl had to die, but when it was a choice between her and Lord Death, there was no contest.<br/><br/>After Death had finished preparing the inside of the void, he told them all to enter. Azrael moved inside (squinting because of the intense light, but adjusting relatively quickly), Hatsu still in his arms. Having received no other orders, the keeper of souls thought it would be most helpful if he stayed and supervised the humans until Lord Death returned. Who was to say one wouldn't just dash back outside again? Perhaps they'd forgotten something. Well that was too bad. Anything forgotten would be annihilated, end of story.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>In his chosen location, Hiei had felt about as secure as he figured was possible when so close to so many people. Then of course someone just had to step back and bump into him. Hiei felt his breath catch in his throat, just barely registering what Sam was saying as he struggled against his rising anxiety.<br/><br/>Long time no see... yeah... That wasn't so uncommon with Hiei. The three-eyed Hunter lowered his head and took a moment to make sure he was still breathing, he then lifted his head and looked directly into the girl's eyes. It wasn't so hard since they were about the same height. Typical Hiei with his poor social skills; he ignored everything the red-head had just spoken and instead said what was currently most important to<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>. "Not so close please," Hiei said.<br/><br/>As soon as Death said they could go inside, Hiei vanished, sprinting off into the void. Immediately upon entering, the three-eyed Hunter cringed and covered his eyes. He'd expected something more like... utter darkness. That would have been fine; he had excellent night vision. An eternity of nothing but blinding white light was nothing like what he'd been anticipating. The intensity of the light hurt, especially with his sharp vision. It felt almost like his eyes were being stabbed. Tears welled in his eyes (just the bottom two; his third one couldn't cry) and he stumbled off to the edge of the section Death had made for them, sitting with his back to the invisible wall as he waited for his eyes to adjust. By the time they had, it almost looked like he didn't have any pupils they'd shrunken so much.<br/><br/>Alastor gave his host a moment to adjust to the void before bringing up what had gone on just a moment ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Are you sure you have anthrophobia?"</span>Alastor asked, half joking.<span style="font-style: italic">"'Cause I'm pretty sure that was a girl."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's anthropophobia,</span>Hiei corrected tiredly.<span style="font-style: italic">Now be quiet.</span><br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Owari scanned the edges of the room with his bright blue eyes. He could almost feel his master's divine protection gradually surrounding the place. A thought occurred to him, but it could be saved for when the reverend was less preoccupied. Owari was pondering whether they would eliminate the fodder after all the human filth had been purged from the world. He would assume it would be necessary for the world to be completely pure, but having some lackeys around might be useful. After all, someone would have to do the grunt work as they rebuilt the place.