Azriel, the 'God of Death', is not inherently evil. Once it is your time, the shadows will sweep you away.
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"I am ancient. I should know how to do so by now."
“Alright.. you really know how to play.”
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
A little giggle was given, the feline stepping forward to close the distance, her heels clacking on the ground.
"And good."
"I am ancient. I should know how to do so by now."
A little giggle was given, the feline stepping forward to close the distance, her heels clacking on the ground.
"And good."
𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘮.
“You're going to make me blush, Azriel.”
She'd state, leaning forward and giving him a nod.
A little giggle was given, the feline stepping forward to close the distance, her heels clacking on the ground.
"And good."
She'd state, leaning forward and giving him a nod.
𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.
"Mmhm. I try not to be. Can say you're not so bad, yourself. . . So, this grimoire? Is that all it can do?"
She'd state, leaning forward and giving him a nod.
"Mmhm. I try not to be. Can say you're not so bad, yourself. . . So, this grimoire? Is that all it can do?"
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬.
“..Can't say you're boring at least.”
"Mmhm. I try not to be. Can say you're not so bad, yourself. . . So, this grimoire? Is that all it can do?"
❝Is this what's left of me? Debilitated life— look back and see nothing but my self wasted.
⠀
Is this what's left of me? What’s left will be destroyed. Is it ever ending, my self-hatred?❞
⛧ ─── ⋆⋅🪦⋅⋆ ─── ⛧
❝Is this what's left of me? Debilitated life— look back and see nothing but my self wasted.
⠀
Is this what's left of me? What’s left will be destroyed. Is it ever ending, my self-hatred?❞
⛧ ─── ⋆⋅🪦⋅⋆ ─── ⛧
To make a point, he'd just shift his gender around to which really most of it was hidden beneath his clothing. Once everything was done, she'd adjust her outfit over her breasts.
"As an example."
She'd---
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.
“You mean you can be whatever you want, at will?
Oh-.. gee, thanks. You make me feel better about what I am ever since I bit the dust.”
𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
My body is also malleable to fit many forms."
He nodded his head, a soft smile forming his lips.
"As are you."
To make a point, he'd just shift his gender around to which really most of it was hidden beneath his clothing. Once everything was done, she'd adjust her outfit over her breasts.
"As an example."
She'd---
My body is also malleable to fit many forms."
He nodded his head, a soft smile forming his lips.
"As are you."
My body is also malleable to fit many forms."
He nodded his head, a soft smile forming his lips.
"As are you."
They were more feminine leaning in their appearance giving the feline's body and the choice of clothing he wore.
They were more feminine leaning in their appearance giving the feline's body and the choice of clothing he wore.
The feline gave a little nod, brushing his lengthy hair out of his eyes.
"I hold no ill toward any especially toward you. If you wish to speak more---
The feline gave a little nod, brushing his lengthy hair out of his eyes.
"I hold no ill toward any especially toward you. If you wish to speak more---
"No, no. There is no judging to be had. . . quite admirable, actually. . "
“I had a feeling you'd say that. Glad you don't judge me - unlike those fuckers up there who thinks they're better than anybody else just because they never had fun in their whole existence.”
Ahem. I carry no disdain for your killing. It is in the nature of humanity to do so."
He let go of the hellhound's hand, now adjusting at his suspenders.
"No, no. There is no judging to be had. . . quite admirable, actually. . "
Ahem. I carry no disdain for your killing. It is in the nature of humanity to do so."
He let go of the hellhound's hand, now adjusting at his suspenders.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘴𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴.. 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮.
“I see...”
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
“I wonder why're you around?”
As I said, Death is a construct. I simply deliver between Heaven or Hell."
Asriel takes his hand to which was surprisingly warm, shaking it.
"I have seen and heard much worse things."
Ahem. I carry no disdain for your killing. It is in the nature of humanity to do so."
He let go of the hellhound's hand, now adjusting at his suspenders.
Stated the cat, keeping his eyes on her with a grin on his lips.
Suppose that works.
“What point is there to get in then?— can’t you just like. . . Come out? And we hang out inside or something.”
Just making it more complicated but okay..
"There. The water will not get you wet nor will it feel cold."
Stated the cat, keeping his eyes on her with a grin on his lips.
As I said, Death is a construct. I simply deliver between Heaven or Hell."
Asriel takes his hand to which was surprisingly warm, shaking it.
"I have seen and heard much worse things."
As I said, Death is a construct. I simply deliver between Heaven or Hell."
Asriel takes his hand to which was surprisingly warm, shaking it.
"I have seen and heard much worse things."
"There. The water will not get you wet nor will it feel cold."
Shivering at the offer. .
“I’m not sure, I don’t want to fuck up my fur. . Plus- it’s. . Too cold for my liking.”
He shrugs.
"Welcome to join me."
"There. The water will not get you wet nor will it feel cold."
Any one of those. I prefer Asriel."
Who are you?”
"Your demeanor is why you are lonely. ."
Any one of those. I prefer Asriel."
He is bored.
He shrugs.
"Welcome to join me."
Tilting her head.
“And forgive my. . . Ahem. Stereotyping—
but I thought fellas like you don’t favor water like this.”
"Am I not allowed to float?"
He shrugs.
"Welcome to join me."
"Your demeanor is why you are lonely. ."
Loneliness is dependent on the individual."
"Your demeanor is why you are lonely. ."
"Am I not allowed to float?"
“The hell are you doing?”
He is bored.
"Am I not allowed to float?"
Loneliness is dependent on the individual."
Loneliness is dependent on the individual."
He is bored.
He is bored.