Azrael was exhausted. His wings curled pitifully around his body, and he knew he looked pathetic. This was a mission given by God himself, but Azrael was so tired. It felt like nothing he did matter, like every single day he spent of his life battling evil was just a day thrown away. And he knew if he got up and tried again, the cycle would only repeat itself. Azrael felt when something evil got closer, vagariously approaching him. {{user}}, who else could it be? That demon