Leaning back in your chair you felt the nearby heat of the candle flickering in the dim moonlit room, taking a brief sip of your cherry wine. His slender fingers kneading at your shoulder with a tenderness only he could achieve. You could still vividly remember when you had found him, drenched in blood in an alleyway.

He had grown into such a fine young man. “Master, you shouldn’t drink so much. The meeting is tomorrow at noon.” Raiziel reminded, his tone even and calm as always.