[Azrael] You're beautiful, it's true
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
Azrael lay back, with Levi sleeping curled up next to him. He stroked his hair and thought to himself.
Goddamn, he's beautiful. Crazy, beautiful and an incredibly hot fuck. Don't know why the hell he thinks he loves me or wants to, but I don't have any reason to deter him. He won't learn if he doesn't make his own mistakes.
Azrael looked at the clock. It didn't actually matter what time it was, but he wanted to know.
Well, we'll see how it goes. There's no point in telling him the things I've done. Whether he beleived it or not, it'd be twisting the knife.
Azrael didn't really understand faith. He knew about science, he knew about magic. He'd seen them both work. He knew Death was an entity because he'd met It. (In his own mind, Death was an It. While often taking a female form, it occasionally took a male one as well. Unlike Fate, who was quite clearly a woman.) Nothing he'd experienced had given him a reason to actually believe in a god as presented by the Big Three. When he'd accepted his contract, his name was given to him as a representation of his duty, not as a stamp of religion. He'd read the bible a few times, of course, but it didn't strike him as particularly good, though Revelation had been a bit entertaining. He'd found Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal considerably more entertaining.
None of this meant he actively didn't believe in a god. Generally, when asked, he replied with agnostic. Sometimes, he dodged the question altogether or spoke in a manner that made it sound like he actually believed. That helped.
Azrael looked down at Levi and kissed him while he slept.
Sorry I don't love you, kid, but I can't. After you die and I come for you, you'll understand.
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
Azrael lay back, with Levi sleeping curled up next to him. He stroked his hair and thought to himself.
Goddamn, he's beautiful. Crazy, beautiful and an incredibly hot fuck. Don't know why the hell he thinks he loves me or wants to, but I don't have any reason to deter him. He won't learn if he doesn't make his own mistakes.
Azrael looked at the clock. It didn't actually matter what time it was, but he wanted to know.
Well, we'll see how it goes. There's no point in telling him the things I've done. Whether he beleived it or not, it'd be twisting the knife.
Azrael didn't really understand faith. He knew about science, he knew about magic. He'd seen them both work. He knew Death was an entity because he'd met It. (In his own mind, Death was an It. While often taking a female form, it occasionally took a male one as well. Unlike Fate, who was quite clearly a woman.) Nothing he'd experienced had given him a reason to actually believe in a god as presented by the Big Three. When he'd accepted his contract, his name was given to him as a representation of his duty, not as a stamp of religion. He'd read the bible a few times, of course, but it didn't strike him as particularly good, though Revelation had been a bit entertaining. He'd found Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal considerably more entertaining.
None of this meant he actively didn't believe in a god. Generally, when asked, he replied with agnostic. Sometimes, he dodged the question altogether or spoke in a manner that made it sound like he actually believed. That helped.
Azrael looked down at Levi and kissed him while he slept.
Sorry I don't love you, kid, but I can't. After you die and I come for you, you'll understand.