Azrael
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  • Time 11h 55m
  • Reads 36,005
  • Votes 1,045
  • Parts 40
  • Time 11h 55m
Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2012
❝All you have to do is keep an eye on the human boy, Azrael. That's it.❞

Being the famous Grim Reaper’s twin sister, it is only expected that the Devil himself would be in the picture. Despite the fact that Azrael and Lucifer had never gotten along, he turns to her for help when he discovers this mysterious human and decides that Azrael would be a good spy for him. Accepting, Azrael lands herself in the middle of a world she doesn't belong in, filled with humans. She thought her biggest problem might be fitting in, even though all the red eyed inhabitants of Hell are determined to get the human boy for themselves. And between keeping the boy and herself alive, she will learn that being an Archangel and Death's twin sister won't stop the job of protecting a seemingly human teenager from being harder than anyone could have imagined.
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