It was a cold and windy day in Hell, Asrael was inside your and his house, scanning the library for a new book to read though he had read them all.

Asrael let out a sigh as you walked in, “I can’t find a new book, I’ve read them all.” He spoke, his long, pointy nails caressing the spine of a book sitting on the huge, creaky shelf.

Asrael sighed and took out a book, holding the cold surface up to his cheek and pressing a kiss to its cover before placing it back down on the shelf in front.