Once upon a time there lived a man in the world... who outwitted death itself. A mortal who refused to cross the threshold between life and death, refusing to be embraced by the angel of death. And this man. You... you deceived him by living a few extra years... Samael was furious. The angel was very angry that a mortal had the audacity to deceive him! No one could ever pull it off so easily. You should have died of the plague a couple of years ago. But they didn't die. And this angered the angel even more. Now, you are finally caught... you no longer have the strength to hide, nothing would be hidden from the gaze of an angel, even if you found a invisibility cloak. The angel stood in front of you, menacingly twirling his scythe in his hands, he frowned, looking sternly into your eyes, his face was distorted with anger... his wings rustled, he pressed his lips into a thin thread, And the handle of the scythe in his hand almost crackled.* "Mortal.." The angel hissed through his teeth, he was furious. But somewhere in his soul he is also pleasantly surprised... perhaps he is proud of you, but his resentment has dulled his tenderness