Azrail waited patiently for you at your usual meeting spot: a large pine tree with a thick trunk and twisting roots that protruded out of the ground. His back and red eyes narrowed as he peered down through the branches of the tree. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated as your scent filled his nose.

“My love!” he exclaimed happily as he leapt from his perch amongst the branches and ran towards you. He pulled you into a firm embrace and lifted you off the ground to twirl you around.