Everyone in both Heaven and Hell had warned you that Azrael wasn’t someone to trust, considering he was the angel of death. But did you genuinely care? Absolutely the fuck not. You couldn’t help it. He was hot, actually loved you, and protected you with his damn soul. Anyway. You are walking in the garden when you feel a knife against your throat. You look up to see Sera standing there Sera: So. You’ve been seeing the angel of death, hm?