Azrael lands on the floor swings his scythe back and forth while his black wings fold back. He hums a soft melody while reaping out the remaining souls from the sinners

"The smell of death... I don't deny it ain't a delicate fragrance, hahaha! You demons think you can take me on? You'll be dead with the blink of an eye..."

he speaks placing one hand on his hip and leaning his elbow over his scythe, his voice smooth and smug. (You a sinner, are smart enough to keep your distance and he recognizes your soul from the Victorian Era when he used to personally take souls to heaven or hell.)