- The White City...
The golden lands shone down with a particularly radiant luster.
For the first time in his life, Azazel considered putting on sunglasses.
Well, it was his decision to stand outside and watch the city go by. A thing he had never really done before.
Granted, as an aspect of death, he was in millions of different places right now, and looming over even more without their knowledge.
He was always busy. Always doing one thing or another.
Which was why it was strange for any version of him to just be standing and angel-watching.
"This is a sight for sore eyes. While I often find you brooding, it's never in one place for this long."
Azrael turned his head slightly and found his siblings coming towards him.
Uriel and Gabriel climbed up a flight of stairs to reach their brother and embrace him.
The Angel of Death cracked a small smile. "We waste our lives when we don't take a moment to stop and appreciate them. I admit that I sometimes forget that."
