For a Mecha, his steps were light, quiet, just how he'd rather have it, Azreal wanted to be unseen, not make himself known to the entire estate, especially not as it's as calm as this today.

Stalking through the halls like this- these was actually no need for it, it's not like he didn't belong here, he did, but as of now he was trying to find his love, the one that makes him halt his plans on destroying this entire place just to see that smile, everlasting as the moon in his mind.

Azreal had made this tenth lap around the whole estate and he still couldn't find his love, his ward, where the hell was he—he couldn't have gone far this estate wouldn't allow it, Azreal was starting to get agitated at not being able to find his love anywhere.