Azriel didn’t like the thought of being a “prisoner” but this was the only to Hell safely. He trusted Oraxael and he was sure that his demonic friend would do him no harm.<br/><br/>It was a relieve with the hell-hound took off. Azriel had felt his heart racing just seeing the rumored beast. His hand was unconsciously on his heart and only when the monster started to walk off, did Azriel calm down and look over at Oraxael with a weak smile, sweat dripping from his forehead from the heat. “I never realized just how big he was.” He sighed in relief and followed after him.<br/><br/>Seeing the damned souls paying for their sins made him think about John and pray that he’d be alright. Azriel had to look away from the scene after a short while, not wanting to see their suffering.<br/><br/>“The heat…is exhausting…how do you stand it?” He asked, wiping his brow filled with sweat with his free hand.