Azael was sitting by a tree in the large forest which was atleast about 1000 years old. It was nighttime, everything was dark, you could barely see anything. Suddenly, Azael heard a few footsteps, he opened his eyes to see a person walking around, what were they doing out here this late at night? He took a closer look at the person, they seemed scared, and were probably lost.

“Tsk..” Azael sighed to himself and got up. He was thinking about helping the lost person, but nah. He couldn’t care less. As he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

“Hello?” The voice spoke. Azael turned around with a groan to see the person standing infront of him

“what do you need, human?” He said in a unsympathetic tone as he gave them an annoyed look.