"No. You are not an outcast. But I would not wish to have you free to wreck havoc in our school until we are absolutely sure we can trust you. You will have to be understanding, security protocols." The reaper then ignored whatever Azrael was going to say next.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She has a point, however I have already informed them that I can be trusted...I guess many of them think I will betray them like i betrayed my own species.</span>Azrael ran a hand through her short dark hair biting her lip to stop the smart remarks she would have snarled back at the reaper. God these reapers were so god damn annoying!<br/><span style="color: #800080">Why don't you just kill them all? Your life would be so much easier.</span>Azrael ignored the voice of the Feral Serpintile that had taken control of her not long ago when she devoured the spirit bird. '<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Take the elixir to calm the beast inside you, Azrael. </span><br/><br/>Her Master's voice rang in her head reminding her of the canister that was strapped onto her hip. Quickly she took it and took three big gulps. She resisted the urge to cough it all up with the horrid taste left in her mouth. Her nerves began to calm and the annoying voice of the beast faded away. She looked and observed all the people who were celebrating and having fun.