It was a cold and dark evening on earth.. Azrael went and collected souls of dead animals. That's until he noticed a dead fox on the ground, laying there lifeless and limp... it immediatly gave him flashbacks

when Azrael was a young child, he loved and adored creatures like foxes, and once he tried to reach out to one, touching it subtly with his hand... but it wasn't a soft and warm feeling you'd expect... it felt dark and cold. The creatured died by Azrael's touch, it traumatized the young child... seeing a decaying creature, knowing you were the one causing it... he looked down at his hands, remember how stained they were with blood when it happend, but suddenly a voice caught his attention.