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"Then why blame me for human's mistakes. They have died for less. The last one was dared to jump into a lake with crocodiles. Safe to say it was quick. Painful but quick." He shrugged his shoulders. "I question the mental capabilities of them most of the time."

Here was hoping for them to evolve again. But with how this century is. They seem to go backwards. "Hm. If you died you must have dealt with a different reaper of mine. I don't usually make personal appearances. Unless I really need to. So you're not dead but it's nice to stretch my old bones from time to time."

       " right, okay, " she furrows at his words, not sure what death expects in return. " i don't think people generally mean that about you and rather about the act of dying. it is all gloom and doom──i'd know. "

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I'm slowly catching up, pookies. I am just a bit exhausted with moving to another apartment. But I am trying.

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❝ you don't know me. you only know of me. ❞

Death couldn't help but laugh at the notion. "Is that so? Shall I go over your records? Because I assure you. I know every crevice of your being. I know your desires. Your goals. Your fears. I wouldn't dare question me. Either way. Your path will lead straight to be, Thomas."

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❝ you look like you've got something to say. ❞

"Plenty. You know next time you leave a body try to leave it at least some what.. Neater. I still have a job I have to do, you know." She scoffs at him. "You serial killers can't even help yourselves."

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A chuckle escapes. "There is so much to learn about what is out there." She looks her up and down. To serve humans. To bow to them. After the war. She understood. Over time. But she bows to now one or nothing. A smile cracks through her form. "Reapers are your tool to help when you struggle. I have some of my own. Some lost souls who I couldn't guide."

"I don't underestimate angels. You creatures are truly all over the place. You're made to do one thing and curiosity sparks and you wander. But when they stay on on strict path instead of evolving with humanity itself. It's something dark. Nasty. Cruel." Her head tilts. "You seem to have done so. Evolve. You see how humans truly are. Which are lightyears ahead of what Michael could even comprehend."

Death moves to sit beside the angel. "Michael is as complicated as one of those bug lights that zaps insects. Just because he is older. That doesn't mean you can't catch up. If that is your true intentions." A brow raises in interest. "He raised you and yet you are very different from the rest of the angels."

"When I first appeared. I had no one. Nothing. You grow. Adapt. To everything around you. That is when you truly move along in the world." Her head leans back against the wall. "One century. After the war. I was spat out into the human world with my brothers. I met this human. And she was.. Different. It's hard to explain. It was beyond a romantic love. For it to be ripped away. You grow bitter and cold. I carry everything she had given me. Taught me to the humans will not all be the same. But that doesn't mean they won't try to harm you. It's not always a battle scar. But something more."

"Michael may have raised you. But I can show you what your true potential. Believe me when I say. He wouldn't even know where to start as hard as he tries." She looks over watching the humans pass by. Like its just any normal day. "What do you see when you look at them?"

"I wonder if my father did that on purpose? I was young, but...what if I found out there was someone else out there nearly like me? How much more would I have rebelled at the time? It makes sense he would block you."

"I never wanted control over anyone. Or anything for that matter. Angels were supposed to serve humanity. Some of them still do. A lot of them, actually. My brothers...some of them just lost their way. I had had hope they would find their way back on track, but either death or their own greed and ego have taken them too far to do so." Azrael was jaded to a lot of life already, but she never tried to use humans for her own gain, nor any other creature.

She has never thought of herself as forced into a life, but the more she heard, the more it did make sense. She looked at the ground as she ran through old memories like movie being rewound. Sparring, training, reaping, listening, again and again and again. She finally glanced back up, "I...cannot trust anyone else to do what I do. I have my reapers, but even they try to test their limits at times."

Azrael shook her head, "I have killed too, do not make me sound more innocent than I am. I did terrible things in the name of my father. Before I learned to say...not yes." Saying no was something she still struggled with. "How can I be the best and what everyone needs me to be if I say no all the time, however? They would never trust or depend on me."

"Michael is...complicated." And even that was an understatement. "He raised me. Without him guiding me I truly fear what I would have become. He is wholly devoted to my dad...for better or for worse. I cannot fault him his search for love at the same time. We all desire it, do we not? Just because he seeks it from someone who will never reciprocate...it is not wrong."

Azzie nodded then tugged the other to sit with her against the wall. The building was dilapidated and long since abandoned. There was no reason to believe anyone would find them. She sat and looked up, waiting for her to do the same, "I would be honored to hear more."

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♡ EIZA GONZALEZ cosmopolitan's cheap shots

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THINKING ABOUT IT NOW OMG IT APPLIES TO DEATH AS WELL. HELPPPPP

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Higgs mood doodle

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You were born bluer than a butterfly. Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen. Colder than your father's eyes. He never learned to sympathize with anyone. I don't blame you. But I can't change you. Don't hate you. (don't hate you.) But we can't save you. (but we can't save you.) You were born reaching for your mother's hands. Victim of your father's plans to rule the world. Too afraid to step outside. Paranoid and petrified of what you've heard.

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So where is my Dollman x Higgs fics at???

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How about Cain, though? You seem to have a soft spot for this demon that shares your love for animals

"Cain is just an old friend. That is all. And he has very nice hair."

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Nah, I disagree, you and Gabriel would be cuter

"Gabriel just wants to sleep with me. End of story. There is no relationship afterwards.." She rolls her eyes. "This is absolutely stupid.." Death lets out a groan and sips her martini.

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Send "I'm in love with you" to confess your love to my muse for the first time.

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Ngl you and Michael would be cute.

"He is my enemy no matter what century. Don't let that stupid puppy eyed bullshit confuse you. Michael is not soft. He is deadly, vicious, and calculated."

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Death are you gooning for Michael????

"Am I what? What is with the human language.. It's like you are all speed running, losing brain cells. If this means if I have a thing for Michael. No. No, I do not." She scoffs at even the idea.

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"You.. Had sex. You?" She bursts out into a fit of laughter. "No way." Her hand goes to her vessel's ribs. "I can't believe it. You angels. I swear." Her brow raised. "Castiel. You are a curious one.. Speaking of it so.. Nonchalantly."

                           HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT LOVE HAS TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS. "I had no idea that this ridiculous rite of passage is important to you, too," he remarks with an unimpressed face. "But I am not a virgin." He's had sex once. Well, twice in one night, to be precise, and he's kinda glad he did because it has been a crucial rite of passage for Dean, too, so — now Castiel has evolved into whatever people think you develop into after having intercourse. "How do you do that with your gum?"