Azrael sat down in the bed, curling up into a ball. She was tired of just accepting fate. Why her? She didn't ask to be born.
By then the wisp of hellfire entered her room and landed on her palm. She looked at it.
"Asmodeus…"
***
"Oliver!" Azrael yelled, causing a disturbance in the quietude environment.
August, who was in the courtyard, reading the book Azrael gave him, yelped out in shock.
He looked upstairs and saw Azrael storming through the corridor with cold wind fuming out of her. Looks like someone's death was coming.
"Oliver!" She yelled again, causing him to shudder in fear. She gives him a mini heart attack every time she yells like that.
Oliver rushed in, panting."Yes, miss?"
"We will be leaving soon. And don't tell fruit fly anything about it." Azrael warned him, crossing her arms, and looking away.
"What? Why?" Oliver looked at her confused by her actions. If they are going somewhere, isn't it better for him to get more experience?
