Jan 26, 2014
principatum--fulgoris is playing with death.
There weren't a lot of things that made Azrael feel nervous anymore. Despite everything that had happened to her, her weakened state, the war, she was strong. And yet...the presence of other Archangels grew her anxiety a hundred fold. The angel looked around, sensing the presence of an older sibling, gulping a bit as she let her angel blade slide from under the sleeve of her jacket. It was just a precaution for her though, not an announcement that she wanted to fight. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, looking in the direction she sensed the other.
