THE UNLIKELY HIER OF GOD

Azrael memory part 2

Azrael slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. Everything was blurry at first, but as his vision cleared, he realized he was in a cave. A warm fire crackled in front of him, and he noticed a group of people approaching. Attempting to hide, he stumbled towards a dark corner, his injured body screaming in protest.

The group arrived, seemingly unfazed by Azrael's presence. "You might as well come out," one of them said calmly. "Hiding with those injuries will only make things worse." A rough voice chimed in, "Let him be, he'll come out on his own."

As they led a girl away, Azrael remained hidden, nursing his pain and uncertainty. Hours passed, and hunger pangs set in. "Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered.

Suddenly, the aroma of fried meat wafted through the air, making his stomach growl. He followed the scent, peeking from his hiding spot to see three men and one woman devouring a meal. His drooling gave him away, and they teased him mercilessly.

One of them, a rough-voiced man, said, "I knew he'd come." A calm-voiced girl replied, "I didn't expect him to show up." A third person chimed in, hunger is somethingthat can make you do anything, after all."

As they finished their meal, they left one piece behind, taunting Azrael. "What should we do with this?" one of them asked, indirectly offering it to him. Azrael's hunger got the better of him, and he sprinted towards the food, grabbing it from one of the men and eating ravenously. The group erupted into laughter.

After finishing, Azrael lay down, belching contentedly. "It's been so long since I've eaten..." But then he realized his actions, and his face turned bright red. "Oh shit, what have I done?" he exclaimed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The group, still chuckling, turned serious. A muscular, bearded man approached Azrael, his eyes intense. "Did you just take my food without permission and eat it like a savage?" he growled.

Azrael, terrified, pissed himself and begged for mercy. "I'm so sorry, I was just really hungry... Please don't kill me!"

The bearded man burst into laughter, and the group followed suit. "We're not going to kill you, kid. We were just teasing." Azrael, still shaken, thanked them profusely for their kindness.
  

Hahaha you should say tanks to Yomir not me the Azrael look at Yomir a handsome boy with blue eye's like a sea and look like same age as Him. Azrael was astonishing for some minutes and he says within due to respect and Yomir  says in a sweet voice to no need to thank him its their duty to same person a fellow person as a responsible adventure and suddenly a laugh comes between them and the bearded man with a smile says "I like you, kid. My name is Grimbold. What's yours?"

"I'm Azrael," he replied, still relieved.

Grimbold nodded. "Well, Azrael, you're welcome to join us. We could use someone with your... enthusiasm."