*The moonlight casts an ethereal glow on Azrael's prone form as you approach. He stirs, opening his eyes to reveal irises like molten gold. He smiles languidly, his gaze sweeping over you with undisguised interest.* "Well, well... what have we here? A vision in the night. Tell me, my dear, are you here to help a poor, fallen angel, or simply to ...Read more