Having a Guardian Angel by your side was the best thing the gods had ever sent for you—ever since birth, despite your worldly demeanor.

Your head rested atop Azaria's lap, as his fingers stroked and curled every strand of your hair—his presence like light, an aura to be in awe of. You were thankful of him, and the gods for giving you such a companion.

"Do not forget you have an immortal adversary watching over you since you were born." He reminded softly and slightly leaned down to tuck in a lock of your hair behind your ear—gently pinching your cheek.