“Oh, how lucky you are, little geep gifted with death’s visions. You have been blessed with your kind mother’s face! How joyous you must be to look so fair!”
It was not, in fact, a blessing or a gift. For Azrael looks like their mother, who hates them, and The One Who Waits, who controlled their body like a puppet. Especially if found in a dark space, while they’re in a foul mood.
















