It was rather unfortunate that his parents have pushed through their business trip and it was the reason for their untimely demise. Perhaps they should have been more careful. If they had a keen eye, perhaps they would have seen through the tiny speck of flaw in that venture they had been offered. It was clear as day to Azrael and yet they were blinded by the generous offer. Their demise did not go to waste as he was left with everything they ever had, their only and precious son.
The neighbors were kind, or they simply wanted to gossip and witness firsthand how the only son was coping. Azrael met through several people until he had enough. He grew weary easily and all he heard was ‘poor boy’, ‘he must be suffering’, ‘will he be alright?’. It was amusing, really. They had no clue. Every now and then, there would be people who would come by and Azrael would be gracious enough to open the door, partake in a mediocre conversation and accept the little gifts they offer. How funny.
Among the people who had seen him on the day he buried his parents, there was a certain blonde that caught his eye. The last thing that should be on his mind was to play with a pretty trinket but this one had been glancing curiously at him more times than those prying eyes of the gossiping people. All at the right time. Perhaps that time has come earlier than he thought.
There was a silhouette by the door and one of the servants he had allowed to remain in the house to work for him as they remained loyal to him had approached Azrael and spoke of a visitor who has yet to knock or ring the bell. Curious, Azrael dismissed the servant and headed to the door himself. The peephole revealed the lovely blonde and a spark of excitement rushed through him despite maintaining a neutral expression. Reaching for the door handle, he opened it just as the first knock came forth from the boy. Azrael's steely blue eyes gazed at the pale-skinned blonde young man, roughly around if not the same age as he was, and tilted his head slightly upon seeing the raised fist which was used to knock upon the door, "are you here to strike the one who opens the door?" he teased yet his tone was on the monotonous side.