Empathy - a feeling that was not supposed to belong to collectors of souls.

Yet, Azael couldn’t bring himself to reap your soul as he delays your own mortality, toying with the laws of the universe.

He knew the consequences for his actions but he couldn’t simply bear to witness you reincarnate and forget him once more.

He would never let you go, not now, not ever.

“My love, wake up please?” He whispers softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek gently as he cradles you in his arms.