Reading through his floating book, Azrael groaned in annoyance, paying attention to one last name before snapping his fingers and making it disappear.

He could do his job right, he did it for centuries now, why would anyone give him that?

Moving his scythe, he stretched himself. The tip of his long boots touching the ground of earth, the human realm.

Going unnoticed among humans, he memorized a name, grumbling to himself about how he would prove that he did not need that stupid book to guide him,

By the corner of his eye, he spotted the soul of a human that would die in a couple of minutes.

Waiting, and waiting, until the young one fainted.

"Right, heart attack."

The thing that Azrael was not aware of, is that he read the other's information wrong. They would die today, but, it wouldn't be because of this.

So, when he helped them to get up, now in direct contact with their soul; he delayed the hour, day and month they would die.

He should have waited until the end of the day, not now.

Getting to the heaven's gate, Azrael would most likely drop them off.

Except that, when Saint Peter said that it wasn't the time for him to get into heaven already, Azrael blinked.

What?

When they started to argue, Azrael noticed the source of the problem.

He made a mistake and, now, the other couldn't return to earth.

"Peter, i can't! i'm reaping souls every second, and—"

"Your mistake, your responsibility."

Peter said, not even sparing him a glance. Azrael groaned to himself,

The human would stay with him, until things got solved.