@memoriams.
HE IS AS A BEAST; forgone his reason, and in lieu of words endured something far greater. those eyes— they had the stink of destiny about them, set aflame by conviction and the desire to seize his rightful place at the top of the food chain. his ambitions had been set back somewhat by the circumstances, however this was merely a different world, same food chain. he would start by gathering what information he could of his new surroundings, with whatever resources he had left.
while his combat ability had been left untouched, every step felt heavier than before, for heaven had seemingly forsaken this place. his abilities otherwise were severely diminished as a result, and yet his drive for answers remained and so he’d stay the course, regardless.
his first port of call was a local scoundrel; a pickpocket who thought it wise to try his luck with a stranger he’d never seen before. the knife embedded in his arm, while unusually effective, only fueled his intent to seek out the truth of his situation.
----WAS THIS RAGE...?
he was cut off from heaven, however this body was still not completely mortal--- a curious state of affairs, he would admit only to himself. balling a hand in the other’s shirt, stilling him against the ground, he drew back the other, blood blossoming through the fabric of his sleeve. paralyzed with fear beneath the angel’s raised fist, the man’s eyes flickered beyond him for just a moment. noting this, azrael peered past a shoulder, but maintained his stance without falter.
❝ … friend of yours? ❞ he asked the unwelcome intrusion at the mouth of the alley. a rhetorical question--- for he didn’t care no matter the answer.
