rebelliouslucifer is playing with death.
The presence is unmistakable. But Azrael has to be sure she isn't just imagining things. It wouldn't be the first time. The angel trails him for a bit, keeping her distance, shielding her grace as best she can. It's not exactly hard, her grace is weak these days. But she hangs back for a few more moments until she's really sure. He doesn't seem to have noticed her...but that's probably not the case. "I'm not imaging things...am I?" she asks, voice soft as she steps into view.








