A/N: *Long sigh* Okay, I went to see my bestie Iris. And she made me post this thing I made like 1-2 yrs ago. Please don't judge it haha (go ahead) ALSO! If anyone likes it, I have a second chapter drafted.
Azrail woke up to the sound of Iris's soft breathing. You wouldn't think that breathing would be the kind of thing to wake you up, but Iris always slept in. However, when she did wake up early it was for a reason. You see, Iris had the power of foresight. Her Visions were never clear but warned things like danger fire and change. Sometimes they were even vaguer, just a sense of anxiety about the day. Azrail glanced around the cave/room. It wasn't much but it was all they had. A few blankets, sketchbooks & notebooks, 2 old bean bag chairs, and upcycled crafts everywhere. Iris was a huge fan. And I can't honestly blame her... they're always gorgeous. The only other piece of furniture in the room was my desk and our backpacks. My desk had dozens of secret compartments, even Iris didn't know them all. Some held candy, for our little brother Fenrir. I should probably back up a bit, you must be a bit confused. My name is Azrail, Azrail Pyren. And me and my siblings, we're project Criterion.
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Project Criterion
FanfictionCriterions Ever wonder what they are? Turns out they're OP children (Also! Forever Sokeefe used a basically the same title (because I suck and didn't want to make another cover) . I wasn't on Wattpad when I made this. Sorry it's so nasty. Iris made...
