@angeliczephyr || Closed
Raziel always felt an odd mixture of pride and disgust as he walked around Crown Point. He owned the place (or at least in his mind he did, even though it was shared ownership), but there were always stains he could never seem to get rid of. No place was this more apparent than at the Chateau. No one seemed to catch his eye today until he came across someone he recognized. “Well well if it isn’t my favorite little angel boy. Being a peach as usual?”














