Malak caught the bottle tossed to him by Charlie with a grateful smile before nodding to her in appreciation. His soft smile hardly faded as he took a slow sip of the cool liquid, feeling it flow down his throat before pulling the mouthpiece way and sighing. "So that's what water tastes like. I think I like water. Water is good..." he said slowly before standing up to his full height once again. Looking over to where the girls pointed, he wasted no time strolling out of the circle and towards the chair before plopping down on it and leaning on his knees with his elbows. "Satisfied?" he asked with a grin, looking directly at Charlie when he said it. He knew enough about magic to know what a summoning circle was for, mostly since his brother Raziel had written the book on the subject... twice.<br/><br/>"Like I said, I am a being of light. I have no qualm with you, hence why that circle is nothing more than a focus, though I commend you on drawing an incorporeal being into a corporeal state. Impressive bit of magic, I must admit," he explained before taking another sip of the water he was given. There was little point in trying to explain the main reason for his concern, as it would no doubt leave them worried or worse. Panic was something of a common occurrence when death was in the room.<br/><br/>Death... It was funny how mortals reacted to the very thing that made mortals something special in the grand scheme of things. The end of a story was meant to be celebrated, and instead it is feared as much as the thing that caused it. Malak couldn't really be surprised though, due to the fact that mortals often ended each others tales early. But death was never meant to be a finality. "Do you know who I am?" he finally asked, looking from girl to girl to see their reaction.<br/><br/>"I am Malak al-Maut. I am Azrael, the Shinigami, Muut, Hades, Thanatos, Charon, Yama, Yanluo, and as you might know me, The Grim Reaper. I am death, the very nature of it. I am the true end to every beginning, for all who live face me. But while you may know me, you do not know anything about me," he explained, his tone conveying the seriousness of his words. "However... I wish to tell you, the end of a book does not mean the end of a series. Mortality is an illusion, possibly the greatest trick the old man ever pulled. Your body dies, I guide you to the after life, and then you spend time with your loved ones before rebirth. And just to make things interesting... You're not neccissarily going to be the same person every time. You could be any number of mortal beings in any number of lives. I couldn't tell you what fate threw you into in your past lives, for that isn't my duty. I am just the guide, the reaper, the one who opted for the hard 'life' if you'll excuse the pun. I chose this path so my brothers wouldn't have to face pain..." he continued before trailing off. Clearly, something hung on his mind as he spoke.