midnight creep . open . savage

[Luciferr]

A Z R A Y E L

it's not in his nature to ignore someone in dire straits - they are after all, knocking at his door.

but what draws him more so than simply a possible death - a phenomenon usually easily enough handled by the many many shades in his service, unless one such soul merits the Reaper's personal interest - are certain marks - flavours, colours and the like - he can see in ones soul.

and there is a lingering trace on this one's soul that draws like to like.

he'd know his father's touch anywhere after all - a mark that screams to any who know to see that this one is family to the void shadow, the dreaded dark - and a ghost of wistfulness to the white reaper, for isn't it just like his father to adopt strays,

it seems he'd followed one brother's shadow here only to find another.

Azrayel is an old creature, like his sire and he knows languages dead and gone, so it's no suprise he can mimmick the chitters and it carries the same old pain in his voice Oh little brother, what's befallen you outside father's gaze and again there is an echo of memory - but he pushes the old pains away, that is not important in the now.

he makes a move, a gesture to indicate he wishes to snap the collar - and judging by the stench, he is ever so glad he joined his new haven's raid on the pitt, though now he wishes he had sucked the life from all their bones until naught but crumbling dust had remained (and perhaps here too does a little of his grandsire show through the bloodline, red does not haunt the reaper as much as his sire, but it is there nevertheless)

© MADI