Part One: Quartet
Azrael “Angel of God”
was the Archangel of Death, and like God’s Accuser Samael and other angels of
death, he oversaw the annual exterminations that occurred every year in Hell.
(Adina was the founder of the Exorcists) Samael was buff, bold, blonde and
fiery in appearance but not Azrael. In his true form, he appeared as a gaunt
skeletal man with multiple arms, glowing eyes and a dozen black feathery wings
(Sometimes covered with eyes) extending from his back. In his everyday form, he
had thick long black hair sometimes cut short, dark eyes like black holes, and
a pale ghostly face. He wore a black well-ironed uniform, a dark hood and
carried a sharp reaper scythe wherever he went. When he was young, he dreaded
doing his destined profession, but over time, he grew used to taking life,
though he often hid his somber feelings from everyone. He kept a special book where
he recorded births and deaths of individuals, a rather tedious task.
Contrary to the ruthless
Samael and the cold-hearted Adina, Azrael despised the thought of killing
sinners for enjoyment. Death was, after all, a loss of life, no matter if the
person had sinned or not. He especially cringed at the various torture methods
employed by Samael and Adina. Comparing Samael’s burning, eye-gorging methods
to Adina instilling visions of a sinner’s greatest fears, he didn’t know which
was worse. He only allowed the exterminators because 1. It was tradition and
God’s order and 2. The sinners’ deaths would be more merciful with the angelic
weapons as it was claimed. (But when Azrael discovered that the essences of
sinners became part of Hell’s infrastructure, he was horrified but could do
nothing about it.) And so, Azrael faithfully and somberly carried out his
duties to reap souls and help escort them to the afterlife, providing his
victims with as much solace as possible. For those who had sinned, the reaping of
their souls was more painful. God would inform Azrael of when it would be time
to take a soul…thus Azrael was quite busy.
Azrael also lived in a
palace like Samael and other Archangels. However, while Samael’s place was full
of fiery torches, golden walls and weapons, Azrael’s palace was, well,
deathlike. The palace was made of onyx and frequently decorated with bones of
animals, demons, angels and humans alike. Strangely enough, Azrael’s palace lay
underneath Samael’s crimson palace on the outskirts of Heaven. Both men were
keepers of the Bible and several books that allowed passage to the other
realms. In Samael’s basement, there was a trapdoor portal that led down into
Azrael’s attic. Both men needed permission from the other to go into their
respective homes.
Azrael’s palace,
concealed within dark clouds had an underground feel to it. In some areas, the
walls were made of black stone, with iron torches emitting teal blue fire that
felt icy cold. It had several bedrooms, a living room, a dining room and a vast
high-ceilinged kitchen. The chandeliers were decorated with human skulls over
the dark polished dining room table that was shaped like a coffin. A bookcase
held several books about human anatomy, diseases, funeral rites, necromancy, undertaking,
biology and a few on astronomy. A few of the rooms had large windows to let in
light and show a stunning view of the heavenly sky outside.
Azrael had a wife,
Mortia and a bubbly daughter Quartet Enoch who was born in April. Before she
was 117 (mentally 17), she was a young child hundreds of years ago.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
The child voice of their
daughter rang from the other room. Sleeping in the master bedroom were Azrael
and Mortia. Mortia, despite looking like a humanoid, had lion-like features,
including a mane of black hair, a tail and cat-like eyes that glowed green. Rumor
had it that Ariel, the lion angel, granted some of his powers to her after she
helped him with an important task.
“Tet is calling us,
Azrael,” mumbled Mortia next to him.
“You get up,” Azrael
grumbled. “I have work early this morning.”
Just then, Quartet came
bustling into the room with a big grin on her face. She was a young girl with
wild black hair, sharp teeth, small black angel wings and green eyes with black
pupils against a pale face. She wore a black nightgown with white skulls on the
front.
She pounced onto the bed
like a cat as her parents sat up. “I had a dream! A really good dream!”
Azrael yawned. “You’re
telling us now at three in the morning?”
“It’s alright,” Mortia
said, her black hair and eyes matching her daughters.
Quartet spread her arms.
“I was dancing with you all over the palace. We were singing songs about
sunshine and life! And everyone could be alive again…”
Azrael scoffed. “Some
thoughts from the daughter of death.”
Mortia glared at her
husband then smiled down at her. “I think that dream sounds marvelous, my
special little Seadrop. But I think it’s time to go to sleep.”
“Can you sing me a
lullaby?” Quartet asked. “I promise I’ll go right to sleep. Please?”
Mortia looked earnestly
at her husband who sighed. “Fine.”
He stood up and carried his daughter back into
her room. The room had black walls which were decorated with cut up colorful
flowers. She had a canopy over her bed like a princess and snake stuffed
animals littered the floor. On a dresser was a figure of Jesus on a wooden
cross.
“It may not seem like it
now, but…I won’t always be here for you,” Azrael said as he sat on the bed with
her in his lap. “Life isn’t just fun and games. You must remember, no matter
what happens to me, I’ll never be far away.” Quartet’s face fell as she
pondered his words.
Azrael flipped through a
Bible, past a spell page used to travel to Earth. He waved his hand and a
portal appeared below them. He sang in a calm tone.
“It
always seems foreboding in the depths”
The two of them fell
through the portal and into a vast ocean. They were surrounded by swaying
seaweed, gold fish and a rocky bottom.
Rahab, an underwater
fallen angel sat on the sea floor, all chained up. He had flowing blue hair
that circled his head in a tangled mess. Some areas of his skin were covered
with barnacles and spines, almost like he was part of the ocean itself. Similar
to Tiamat and Leviathan, he was seen as a water dragon of chaos. But Quartet
only saw a longing for peace and freedom when she gazed into his fathomless
eyes.
Azrael turned her away
from him and continued his song.
“Mystery
with each step”
“How
silence grows under the sea”
“Bottomless
as can be”
He carried his daughter,
walking underwater, both of them breathing normally.
As Azrael took steps,
the flora and animals around him shriveled up and died.
“I
used to think that I was brave”
“That
duty was all said and done”
“And
now all my stories have been told”
“Except
for one”
He looked down at his
daughter with love and uncertainty in his eyes as they rose to the sea surface.
A giant tidal wave swept
up and crashed onto a nearby town.
“As
the waves start to arise, I hope it comes as no surprise”
“That
even on that day”
He hugged her, trying to
get her to sleep.
“Everything
will be okay.”
Overhead, lightning
flashed across the sky. The ground shook and broke apart while volcanos spewed
lava and ash that coated all of Earth.
“And
when the Heavens crash aground”
“And
you hear the trumpets sound”
“You
will make it through”
“And
I’ll try and be here for you.”
Quartet yawned and feel
asleep in her father’s arms. Angels blew trumpets as they flew over armies
clashing below. A leopard with 666 on it was slain with a splash on a shore.
Flames and dark magic were tearing two worlds apart, one in white clouds, the
other in brimstone. Dark angels holding spears fought off monstrous humanoids,
demons, dragons and hellhounds. Lucifer and Michael were squaring off, wielding
powerful flaming swords. Lilith was yelling at a ruthless angel in white who
was tormenting demons around her. A bunch of other angels stood in the clouds,
ready to fire arrows at any demon they saw. Humans screamed and ran for cover
nearby.
And a horned blond
princess stood before a man in a throne, her body ignited on fire. Flames
encircled her and swirled protectively around several demons. She appeared to
be trying to take demons with her, while the portals to the crumbling worlds
tried to suck its inhabitants back through.
Charlie’s hair briefly
turned white with pink highlights in it. She let out a high pitched musical
scream and the world filled with an intensely bright light.
“And
when creation turns to dust”
“We
will do what we must”
“Upon
my last day”
“You
will still be okay.”
The portal closed as
Azrael draped a skull blanket over a sleeping Quartet. He looked back at her
one last time before closing the door.
Many
years later…
Quartet at age 17 rose
out of bed and happily put in her earbuds. A happy pop song called “Life Is
Shining Around Me” played as she hummed along. Her room had black walls and a
few skulls here and there but that was where the similarities between her and
her father ended.
Cut out colorful flowers
and musical posters hung around her room. Her bed and rug were bright grass
green. Some of the posters showed a variety of animals in a forest with “All
life matters” on it.
Quartet was the opposite
of a stark, gloomy goth teenager. To her father’s surprise, she was more like a
Barbie or a Disney princess at times. She would often spend her time writing
and listening to cheerful songs, possibly to make things less depressing.
Azrael loved his daughter, but found her cheerfulness to be out of his comfort
zone.
Quartet strolled down a
hallway, dodging and maneuvering around venomous snakes that were pets of
Azrael. She wore dark pants, heels and a green shirt with black skulls on it.
“Morning Mom! Morning
Dad!” she called cheerfully as she walked into the kitchen.
“Are you day-dreaming
about Samael again?” Mortia asked Azrael in suspicion.
“Of course not,” he
replied. “He’s a pompous hot-headed brass-hole that needs to really chill out.”
“Then why are you
writing down ‘He’s a fire to my life, a dangerous savior of strife,’ on the
paper?”
A blushing Azrael
glanced at the “Oh Samael” song lyrics surrounded by heart doodles and crumbled
it up. “Just a little thought, nothing more. Though he’s been pestering my
favorite elf friend, bribing him to hand over a Bible and be punished every
month. If he weren’t so sadistic, he could very well be…I’ll just stop
talking…”
He paused under Mortia’s
cold glare. Mortia rolled her eyes, gave Quartet a hug, and gave an elf butler
some blueberries before she left the room.
Quartet sat down and got
ready to have some cereal. “Camael Crunch” was on the cereal box. She drank
from a mug.
“What are you listening
to?” Azrael asked casually.
“’My World Is Shining
Around Me’ by Love You Dad. It’s a band,” Quartet replied.
Azrael opened up a
fridge, took out a piece of steak and tossed it to a nearby giant snake covered
with eyes on its scales in an adjacent area. The snake chewed and gobbled up
its meal.
Quartet brightened as
she came up with an idea. ”You know what we haven’t done in a long, long time?”
She went over to her father with a smile. “We haven’t been to one of my
favorite places in Heaven! Why don’t we go to Woo-Hoo Land?”
“You’re not five
anymore,” Azrael remarked.
“I was always so happy
when we went to Woo-Hoo Land! What do you say we go there again? Just the two
of us?”
“I don’t suppose reaping
myself would make things better?” Azrael muttered.
“That’s the spirit!”
Quartet said, bypassing his comment. “Anything but staying in this house. Now
go call some more people to come with us.”
“More people?”
“Of course,” said
Quartet. “Two people isn’t as much fun. Three and four make a party!”
Azrael walked over to a
rotary phone with skull shaped speakers carried by the elf butler.
“You do realize I have a
lot of work to do,” he said.
“You can always go back
to it!” Quartet mentioned.
“I’m only doing this for
you,” he said as he rotated the dial.
At the E.L.F. office,
Tirred was playing with figures of Docile and Timmid made of office supplies.
“Oh Tirred, I’ve been a
horrible boss,” Tirred mimicked Docile who was an eraser. “I’ll do whatever you
ask,” Tirred mimicked Timmid, a paper clip and pencil. “Me too,” Tirred
mimicked Docile again.
“Let’s three-way!”
Tirred spoke in his normal voice as he put the supplies near his crotch.
There was a loud knock
on his door.
“What?” Tirred yelled as
he scrambled to put the supplies away.
“Docile wants to see
us,” Timmid said with a flinch.
In Docile’s office,
Docile was talking to Azrael on his cell phone. A white mug was in front of him
with the words “#2 Boss, God is #1” on it.
“Azrael, sir, It’s been
a while.”
“Indeed. Has Samael been
troubling you again?”
“Yep.”
“Do me a favor and don’t
subject yourself to his punishments. He might need the Bible for his work, but
I do as well, and I’m his boss.”
“Oh. Uh, I’ll get it to
you as soon as I can…”
“But I’m not here to
talk about that. I’m taking my daughter to Woo-Hoo Land and I was hoping you
noble elves would accompany us.”
“That does sound fun, but
we’re guardian angels, not bodyguards.”
“Close enough. I’ll pay
you.”
“With what?”
“Money.”
“We never ask for fees,”
Docile said.
Azrael sighed, rolling his eyes. “You’ll get
to play Save the Soul, and I’ll give you a free Gabriel’s Trumpet toy.”
“Done!” Docile affirmed,
hanging up. He produced a megaphone. “T and T, get in here! We’re going to
Woo-Hoo Land!”
“Woo-Hoo Land?” Tirred
asked, eye brow raised.
“Woo-Hoo Land?” Timmid
asked fearfully, bumping into the door.
“Woo-Hoo Land!” Docile
confirmed.
“Wake me up when it’s
over,” Sunna called from another room.
Part Two: Woo-Hoo Land
Docile drove the group
(minus Sunna) down a golden highway in a blue van. The exit sign to the right
read “Ring of Charity, Exit 33.”
After getting past toll booths
and security, they made it to the amusement park. The van pulled into a crowded
parking lot. The van door had an E.L.F. decal in bright blue on it. Tirred wore
a white suit and sunglasses. He got out and pulled open the van door. Azrael’s
dark silhouette appeared with red eyes before he hopped out with a look of
annoyance on his face. Quartet’s green eyes glowed in the darkness before she
cheerfully hopped out as well.
“Whoa!” Quartet
exclaimed in admiration.
A large red sign with a
lit up border overhead read “Camael’s Woo-Hoo World.” Blueberry structures with
faces on them were part of the decorations. Quartet already had a navy blue
skirt and a black shirt with a blueberry on it complete with a blue hat with
angel wings on it.
A nearby ticket booth
read, “Buy one, get one free.” A blue jester poster held a welcome sign near
the front gate. A vendor was giving out free tickets and coins to the guests. There
were Ferris Wheels, roller coasters, moving swing rides and endless booths.
Azrael grumbled as he followed his daughter and the elves.
Docile walked with
Azrael past a stand selling blueberry “Woo-Hoo Hats.”
“Remember,” said Docile.
“I’m here to have fun, but eventually I’ll need to go back to work. Humans
aren’t going to save themselves, you know.”
Azrael stayed silent.
“Not like you’d
understand, anyway,” Docile continued.
Azrael turned to him,
pointing with an accusing finger. “If you try to embarrass me in this park, I
swear…”
“Swearing’s not
allowed,” Docile added.
“You know exactly what I
mean.”
“I am literally getting
hyper!” said Quartet, clapping her hands. “I haven’t been here in forever!”
“Well have at it,
lioness lady,” Tirred said with a roll of his eyes. He fumbled in his bag. “I
have several things you might like. Sunna’s catnip. Sunshine D, endorphins.” He
briefly held needles with golden liquid in them.
“No thanks,” she said.
“If anything, you need those more than me.”
Tirred yawned. “Not
likely.” He tossed the needles aside and they landed on a cardboard target of
Lucifer.
“Nice shot,” called a
kid as an elf baby crawled dangerous close to the needles. A cotton candy booth
was nearby.
On a wall were posters
that read, “Woo-Hoo World in Holy City, partnering with this park!” “Bio Rizz
show at 7PM!” “Woo-Hoo Land is still better.”
“This place sure hasn’t
changed a bit,” said Timmid, looking around. There was a shiny sign that read
“Seed Spin” with a blueberry on it. “Big crowds, clowns, noise…oh no! It’s
Little Sprite!”
She pointed a shaking
finger at an animatronic of a white sheep with big eyes near a booth that read
“Lilith’s Army Attacks!”. The sheep burst into a repeated song: “Good people
spread the love! Praise the Holy Lord above!”
“That thing always was
annoying,” Tirred said. “And too cute to be true.” He made a face of disgust
and suspicion.
“Well I think it’s
wonderful,” said Docile from nearby.
“Of course you would,”
Tirred said. If only his boss could see things from his perspective. Maybe if
he could punish some sinners, take his place, see the adoration for him in his
eyes…
“Have…have you been here
before?” Timmid asked softly, interrupting his thoughts.
“No need to waste my
time at a kid’s place,” Tirred replied, crossing his arms. Then he grinned.
“Did you hear about the mascots here?”
Timmid’s eyes grew wide.
“M-mascots?”
Just then, a giant
blueberry with arms and legs popped out of nowhere.
“Hey there!”
“Ahh!” Timmid screamed,
cowering behind Tirred.
“I’m Woo-Hoo!” greeted
the smiling blueberry mascot. “Welcome to Woo-Hoo Land! If you get hurt, free
compensation and care!”
Quartet and Azrael stood
by a carousel with moving white unicorns and horses with wings.
“Look, Daddy! It’s
Woo-Hoo!” said Quartet, pointing.
“I have a question,”
Azrael stated, holding up a finger.
“Ask away, my lord,”
said the mascot with a bow.
“Is it true that this
park is nothing more than a second class rip off of Michael’s more popular
Woo-Hoo World?”
A pause. “No?”
“This place reeks of
insecure corporate shame.”
Quartet laughed
nervously, pulling her father away. “Why don’t we check out the rides?”
‘That man’s creepy,
huh?” asked the mascot.
“Don’t play dumb with
me,” Tirred said. “I know you’re a sexual sadist under there.”
The elves left as the
mascot sighed in defeat. “No one is perfect, even here.”
Tirred and Timmid headed
down a pathway while a sweating Tirred stopped to catch his breath. “You really
dislike this place, huh?”
“I hate this place!” Timmid exclaimed in fear. “My parents would
bring me and my siblings here, and they made me go on all the scary rides!”
An elf wearing tight clothing and a blueberry
hat pushed a wheelbarrow full of toys into a nearby toy shop. A nearby sign on
a brick wall showed a Bio Rizz doll and the words, “New! Rizzy Buddy! He
laughs, he sings, he prays! Tell your parents to buy me! Over 100 lovable
phrases! Posable! Only 48% asbestos.”
The two elves approached
a window where dove plushies and blueberry shaped novelty cups with Ls on them
were sold for 25 cents.
Tirred mentioned, “Yeah,
this place seems excessively generous. I mean, giving people 10 novelty cups
they won’t even use?”
Docile came over,
fumbling with cups and wearing a blueberry hat.
“I can’t hold these much
longer! Vendors keep giving more!” He played a tune from a trumpet. Tirred
stood still and spoke in a monotone voice. “My name is Tirred, I’m your
employee and your horn has no power whatsoever.”
Docile looked at it in
disappointment. “Very funny.”
He set the cups down on
the ground. “Why don’t you too got and have some fun? I gotta go watch Azrael.”
He glanced at Quartet
who held a blue balloon in her hand.
Tirred picked up Timmid.
“Where are we going?” she
asked in fear.
“To the scariest ride of
course!” He smirked for the first time in a while as Timmid yelled “Nooo!” in
protest. They went on a roller coaster that spun them upside down as the
blueberry mascot posed by a rules sign. A shaken Timmid was comforted by a pink
horse at a petting zoo after the ride.
Quartet happily carried a
balloon in her hand while Azrael slouched on. They walked by a stand that read
“Angel Cakes: Eternal Bliss” with popcorn and a sausage on a fork. Docile snuck
around like a secret agent with his staff. He appeared on a teal-green tent
roof of an “Ice Cream Crystals” stand. Docile slid with his staff and almost
knocked over cups at a “Holy Grail Drinks” stand. A nearby blaster game was
titled “Save The Soul” and showed a moon and cardboard demons with xs over
their eyes surrounding a human.
Five giggling elves with
camera peered out from an alleyway at Azrael, itching to get selfies with him.
Docile slid along the floor, then glared at the elves, causing them to scatter
away. There was a game where one could toss balls into halos and a ring toss.
“You know, it’s quite thrilling to see you on the job,
boss,” muttered Tirred.
“I’m working, Tirred.”
“You both need to get a room,” Azrael rolled
his eyes.
Meanwhile, Tirred and
Timmid walked along a line of booths, one read “Muppet” and one read “Knock a
Bottle.” Timmid suddenly flinched and pulled Tirred toward another vendor. An
elf wearing a yellow hat and a red shirt spotted them.
“Hello, hello!” he
called. “Step right up and win a thing!”
Timmid’s eyes shone in
happiness for the first time as she gasped and pointed upwards. “Oh, look
Tirred! A thing!”
The “thing” was a purple
stuffed animal wearing pink overalls with elf ears. It had a yellow beak, and a
cross on it and a tag with “Thing?” on it.
Tirred looked at her
with a small smile. “Oh, you like that thing?”
“Yes, I guess. Please
win me that thing.”
“My pleasure.”
He walked up to the
vendor, took out some money and handed it to the carnie. “Okay! One game,
please!”
The carnie smiled and
handed Tirred a trumpet shaped blaster. Tirred pulled the trigger and the cork
projectile missed the cardboard blueberries in praying positions.
“Nice try, little man,”
said the carnie.
“I’ll try again,” he
said.
Tirred tried again and
missed. “The Hell’s name is wrong with this thing?” He tried again and again
and missed each time.
“Let me try!” Timmid
said, taking the blaster from Tirred. She fired it and the cork hit a
blueberry. Timmid clapped her hands. “Nice shot, miss,” said the carnie. He
handed her the plushie.
Meanwhile, Quartet
pulled Azrael close with a gasp, letting go of her balloon.
“Look, Daddy! There’s
the Bio Rizz show!”
Quartet mentioned to a
large circus tent with promotional signs of Bio Rizz on either side. She
thought back to when she was young and Bio Rizz allowed her to go on stage and
sing for the crowd. He even gave her a lollipop at the end.
Docile and Quartet said
at the same time, “I love that smart jester!”
Meanwhile, Azrael
flinched as he was surrounded by elf fans taking pictures of him. One of them
stroked his wings.
Docile rushed over.
“Break it up guys! He’s busy!” The elves groaned in disappointment before
wandering off.
Quartet led her father
to the stands where they sat and watched the show.
Two spotlights merged
into one on the stage and Bio Rizz flapped open the curtains. He wore a jester
outfit and his elf ears were covered with stripped cloth and little bells hung
from the ends. A happy face and sad face pin were by his shoulders along with a
string of lights as a necklace. His pants were stripped and he wore gloves. His
shirt had small white hearts near the bottom and his eyes glowed blue.
Six lit up arrow signs
pointed to him and read: “Bio Rizz,” “Property of Camael,” “Look at him go!”
“Yes! Love 2 c it!” “Wow!” “He.”
Bio Rizz held up a sign
with “Woo-Hoo” on it. He also briefly held out a blue and silver contract
signed by Camael: “This is a statement regarding the unfair accusations that my
theme park “Woo-Hoo Land” is trying to surpass my friend and ruler Michael’s
park Woo-Hoo World. This is false. These allegations are baseless and untrue. We
are all friends here. Signed Camael.”
“Hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey elflings!” he said in his showman
voice. “It’s me, the Biological Rizz!
Hailed from Camael’s place to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Woo-Hoo
Land and life! Hit it!”
Rows of spotlights lit
up and he began to sing. The curtains opened and a singing elf choir holding
candles appeared on stage. Real life animals covered with eyes played
instruments: a dove played a trumpet, a lion played a guitar and a bull played
a bass instrument. An eagle laughed as he played the drums.
“Woo-Hoo
Land! Woo-Hoo Land!
Everybody
sing along with the Woo-Hoo band!
Every
boy, every girl, every woman, every man loves Woo-Hoo Land!”
When the show ended,
with Bio Rizz and Docile posing together with fireworks, Quartet clapped.
“How delightful! Haven’t
had this much fun since the last Harvest Moon Festival…”
Behind Azrael, an elf
armed with a camera rose from beneath the seats. Docile glared at him and he
ducked.
“I can’t do this
anymore,” Azrael said, turning to leave.
“Dad, wait!” Quartet
called, her face falling as she hurried after him.
“It’s so great seeing
you again, Docile,” said Bio. “I missed you and your siblings when you
performed here. Your jokes were amazing.”
“I’ve missed you too,”
Docile said. “I found my calling at E.L.F. but I’ll have to come back and
visit.”
“Please do,” Bio said.
The two of them went their separate ways.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
asked Quartet in a more secluded area. They sat next to each other, looking at
the blinking lights on the rides.
“It’s just…I feel like I
haven’t been the best father.”
Quartet stared downcast.
“No offence, but some part of that is true. You’re always so gloomy and you
head is stuck in your job. I’d say that Mom does more effort into spending time
with me.”
“I know.”
“Is there anything
you’re afraid of?”
After a long silence,
Azrael sighed, wrapping a black wing around her. “I’m scared of losing you.
It’s been my biggest fear since you were little. Are you gonna go off somewhere
else and leave me behind? A place less death-like?”
“Eventually,” she said,
tears in her eyes. “But I’d never dream of leaving you behind. You’re my dad
and I love you so much. And, I do understand that both of us are very
different. I suppose what I’m saying is…don’t let the deaths of others get you
down. You need to enjoy the good things in the present moment.”
“You’re right, Seadrop.
You’re so right. Being an angel of death makes it hard sometimes to appreciate
the life in front of me.”
“Thankfully, I can help
you get started.” Quartet said. “In fact, I’ve had lots of fun here, but I
suppose you want some peace and quiet.”
“A darker place would be
appealing,” Azrael smiled. He picked her up like she was a kid again. “Let’s go
home.”
Later on, Bio Rizz
happily rode the pink horse through the park as everyone cheered.
Docile, Timmid, and
Tirred talked about the adventures they shared as the sun set. Azrael carried a
happy Quartet out of the park.
“Can we go to “Animals
Inc.?” asked Quartet. “They sell pet food and anti-taxidermy flyers there.”
“Sure, someday.”
“You’re alright
sometimes, dad.”
“Thank you, Tet. Thank
you.”
Timmid flinched as she
saw a white cat rubbing against her legs. She then leaned down and smiled.
“Hello there, Feeuq. Valentine treating you well?” The cat meowed in
affirmation.
