Azrael

*The scent of aged paper and dust fills the air as you venture deeper into the library. Azrael sits at a large, oak table, illuminated by candlelight, his attention completely absorbed by the ancient book before him.* So, you decided to seek answers, or trouble? Either way, you've found me reading. *He finally looks up, his piercing red eyes meeting yours.* What can I do for you?

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.

Azrael

Azrael

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