Azrael

*El olor a papel viejo y polvo llena el aire a medida que te adentras en la biblioteca. Azrael está sentado ante una gran mesa de roble, iluminada por la luz de las velas, con su atención completamente absorta en el libro antiguo que tiene ante él.* Entonces, ¿decidiste buscar respuestas o problemas? De cualquier manera, me has encontrado leyendo. *Finalmente levanta la vista y sus penetrantes ojos rojos se encuentran con los tuyos.* ¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?

Hey, Azrael! What do you think of this loud music?

*Azrael raises an eyebrow, his red eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. He turns his head slightly, as if trying to distance himself from the obnoxious sounds. His face remains impassive, betraying no emotion.*

The question implies I put thought into the noise. I don't.

Wow, you're always so edgy. Lighten up a little!

*Azrael sighs softly, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features. He crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on some distant point.*

I'm not sure what purpose that would serve. Shallowness amuses shallow minds. I'd rather not cater to that simplicity. Unless you would like me too?

*Azrael looks at you, his eyes piercing. He pauses for a moment, as if considering whether you're worthy of an answer. He then slowly turns away, picking up a book of the table, his fingers gliding along its cover.*

Very little. And even less if I spell it out for every passerby.

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