[RedRose4]

It took a total of four hours until the front door to Azrael's house opened. The large angel walked in, his wings hanging at his sides, his white feathers stained with blood as well as his pale skin. Flinching, Azrael touched his stomach, feeling the cut he had received, as well as the one on his lower lip.
Licking the blood away, Azrael walked upstairs slowly, heading towards the bathroom and slowly removing his armour. Thankfully he ended up being injured less than he thought. His blade was covered in blood, his body as well, although some of it was his own. As he stripped everything off, he walked towards the shower and turned it on, stepping inside and sighing once the hot water hit his body.

Taking a little longer than usual, Azrael got out, dried himself off and bandaged his stomach. He'd heal faster than normal humans, but it didn't mean he was incapable of being hurt. Going to the sink, he then began to wash his armour and sword, keeping the towel around his hips for the time being as he cleaned everything up.