꧁𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆꧂

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Azrael looked up at the obsidian statue in front of him.
A tall, strong man who's black evil eyes seemed to judge everyone's soul, long braided hair and skin so dark it drank up the sunlight.
The God of Death was nothing like that.
He thought about the man who raised him, he did look like that statue, but Azrael had never seen him angry. He smiled at butterflies, baked cookies for all his angels and laughed at every stupid joke they made.
Why did mortals chose to see the death as a painful, cruel end?
The Sun slowly disappeared behind the marble castle as Azrael stood up.
The angel opened his black wings and flew away. "Let's see who's turn is now" he said to himself, flying to the village.
Snow covered the roofs and the streets, men and women walked around in their fancy dresses.
Bars and taverns had their lights on and doors opened, while market stalls closed for the night.
Azrael sat on a roof, looking at the people a few meters under him.
No one noticed the death angel staring, he was invisibile to the ones who were living.
He laid down on his back, looking at the moon
𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
It was a stupid wish, someone always dies.
He felt a shiver down his back and knew where to go. Hades' reign was about T gain a new soul.
The boy flew away, in the maze of dark tight streets a girl was walking alone.
She was as beautiful as the Sun itself, Azrael could see her powerful yellow aurea.
She was short and chubby, her body looked like a painting. Her long curly red hair was tied in a long braid and her white dress looked too pure for the dirty ground she was walking on.
The girl's name was Nesta II, Queen of Selmor.
Azrael landed and started walking behind her.
The Queen rarely went outside, especially at night, rebels in the reign were too many, it was unsafe for her.
《You're here, finally》said the voice of a man.
《I am. You'd better have the right information or you'll be sentenced to death.》The queen's voice was steady and authoritative, but the boy could sense her fear
《Your majesty...》the man whispered: 《What made you think what I said was true?》
She skipped a breath but answered: 《Nothing. I usually don't trust people, but I hope you weren't lying. I recognized the Count's signature and this meeting, your information, may be the only chance for my reign. Now tell me, stranger, what do you have to say?》
《Too bad you'll never get to save your reign, Nesta.》
She gasped and grabbed the dagger that was tied to her thigh, but the man was quicker.
He jumped where they could both see him and stabbed the queen with a sword.
Her eyes filled with pain and rage, as the wound on her chest painted her white dress bright red.
《May I be damned for trusting your letter, and may you be cursed forever for what you did to me.》 Her voice was weak and she was breathless but she sounded as fierce and confident as only a queen can be.
Her body fell on the ground and her ghost sat up, looking at Azrael with sadness.
《I'm sorry, your majesty》he said, offering her a hand: 《Come with me, now. You are free from life.》
《I-》Her eyes started watering:《I was supposed to prevent the war. Maybe I am a bad queen after all...》
《Non sense. I watch over every living creature in Selmor. That man was bad, not you.》
She stood up, grabbed the boy's hand and stared into his black eyes.
《Who would have expected the death to be so kind?》
Azrael kissed her hand: 《I am kind to those who were. You, my queen, are pure as the Sun.》
He took flight, holding Nesta's hand.
The two of them flew up to the moon, the stars around them burning bright.
《𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑁𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝐼𝐼, 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑟.》Said Azrael, guiding her to the ethereal silver gate in the sky that was the entrance to the dead world.