Standing by the entrance, the youngest looked everywhere for Azrael.

Stepping into the realm of death, which was his, Haniel and Hael were trying to enter the angel of death's room. They were their little companies,

And, they were worried.

Frowning at the scene, the human comforted them, hearing the two creature's small cries, rubbing their heads on the other's arm.

Pushing them forward, as if wanting them to check on Azrael.

Slowly, the doorknob moved, peeking inside the dark room of his boyfriend.

Haniel and Hael waited outside, both urging them to enter the place, the worry and fear visible on their features.

“Hello?”

Spoke, cautious and, to gain his boyfriend's trust, sweetly. Almost inaudible, a sniff echoes, followed by a muffled sob.

Azrael was crying.

“Azy?”

To the use of the other's nickname, the angel of death flinched, hiding himself under the blanket.

By far, it was being a tough week for him.

Doing his job for centuries now, and still, he would have a complex with him.

He didn't like it when they begged not to take their souls, or when those who recently died, saw him as someone bad.

Cursing at him, trying to get to him somehow.

He believes he is someone bad. Awful, disgusting for taking the souls that no longer belonged to the living.