The Angel's Devil (Private with me and Ybfan)

[RedRose4]

Name: Azrael (No last name)
Age: 213 years old (Looks to be in late twenties)
Weight: 200 lbs.
Height: 6’3
Eyes: Violet
Hair: White
Race: Angel
Wears: Usually wears white garment along lower body, nothing on his upper body, ever! Although sometimes Azrael wears his light armor if put into certain situations.
Personality: Despite being an angel, Azrael is clearly more demonic then heavenly. He prefers being bad over being the ‘good guy’, and he always judges people on his first impression of them. Due to his age and experience, Azrael is passionate with what he does, and takes charge most of the time, although this is usually mistaken for being stuck-up and overly confident.

[Ybfan]

Name: Dritz
Age: 159, looks to be early to mid twenties
Height: 5'11"
Eyes:One blue, one gold
Hair: Black with orange tip on the bottom of his ponytail
Race: Demon
Garments styles: He likes matching his clothes to his own colors (orange and black mainly), but is pretty open to fashion. He likes his flared pants, the shoes, a jacket, everything.

Personality: Fun-loving and enjoys a good laugh as well as being care-free. With or without his wings, he wins people over with his personality as he is very different from others in his family. However they say it's because of his lack of harnessing magical abilities that make him seem more "safe" to be around and even though people mention it to him, Dritz could care less. For his, as long as he can fly he is golden, even though some people think his childish ways will get him into trouble. It's a fun break from the stero-typical devils and demons.

[RedRose4]

Footsteps echoed throughout the corridor as large white wings brushed up against the narrow stoned wall as the angel passed by. Azrael's violet eyes gazed forward, piercing into the person at the end of it, cowering for their life.

"I didn't mean it, please don't!" The middle aged man said while putting his hands up, above his head to sheild himself.
Azrael stopped before the man, raising his brow and tucking his wings against his back while inspecting the person before him. "You might not have meant it, but that doesn't rid you of your sins." Azrael stepped forward, kneeling before the man and listening to the sounds of him cowering in fear.
"I'll make it quick, I promise."
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Crows flew off into opposite directions when the large angel walked out of the building, wiping his red hands with a white cloth, his attention fixated upon his destination. His home.
Azrael walked forward, his wings 'hiding' in order to ensure no human could see them as he made his way back to where he had come from. It looked as if he was far from civilization, having no possibility of being seen, although Azrael knew all too well how easy it could be for others to see him, so he kept himself hidden. Even worse, he didn't want the demons to notice his wings. It would make him an easy target.

[Ybfan]

Dritz was enjoying a mortal festival near his home where he danced with the children in a circle as ribbons twirled through the air. Their laughter was contagious as people danced around them in pairs. The smell of various stews, meats, and breads were in the air as well as people were at tables or standing around eating. After the song finished, Dritz wiped the sweat from his brow and handed off his ribbon to a young woman as she took his place in the dance.

"Are you hungry dear?" Asked his grandmother as she hands him a plate.

"Yeah I am," he smiled as he took off his coat and draped it over a tree branch. He took the plate happily and took the bread and dipped it in the meat stew that was in his plate as he began to eat hungrily.

"Your appetite never changes," she chuckled. "Always eating as if it was the best food in the world."

"Well it is!" He exclaimed as his dazzling eyes shone to show their sincerity and he gobbled up the stew like it was nothing.

[RedRose4]

Once he got to the gates of his home, Azrael stopped outside of the door and glanced to his right, remembering about the festival and sighing. Dritz was there, and despite it sounding horrid in his eyes, he wondered what it might be like...or if he'd enjoy himself a little and have a couple drinks in the process.
Turning away from his house, Azrael decided to check it out. Usually he'd go each year, so skipping out on it wouldn't be the best idea, not to mention he did know Dritz, at least, so he wouldn't be completely alone.

Another few minutes passed, Azrael decided to fly once he knew it was safe, and landing alongside the festival. It sounded nice, all the lights and dancing, although it wasn't something he did on his spare time. Walking towards the middle, where most people were standing, Azrael was stopped by a few people, passing him some food and drinks. By the time he got to the main circle, he was holding onto a burrito and a glass of beer.
Sipping the beverage, Azrael looked around a little more, his wings finally showing, liking the fact that he could be himself around all he other mortals.

[Ybfan]

"Oh it looks like your friend has arrived," smiled his grandmother as she handed him a glass of water and another plate of food.

Dritz took them as he turned to look at Azrael's direction and gave a little wave with his glass in hand. Sitting down this time, he used the bread as his spoon to sop up the stew as he watched the people around him dancing and laughing, the ribbons and music moving in sync.

When Azrael came over, he smiled at his friend who was showing off his wings. For Dritz it was something he enjoyed seeing, but for him he didn't like to show off his wings. Even though his own features were a constant reminder of what he was, he always viewed himself more human than not. So he preferred his father's side of the family, a happy band of mortals that lived on the land and together as a family.

[RedRose4]

Azrael felt rather releived to see Dritz finally, having no idea where to go, or what to do alone here. Walking over in large strides, the angel had to stop for a few children who ran by, his purple eyes looking back up at Dritz when he got close enough to him that he could hear him speak. "I told you I'd show up." Azrael said before looking at his grandmother and bowing his head.
"Good day ma'am." He said, being more formal than usual. Usually he would act way more casual, although when it came to his friends family, he made sure to be very proper, not wanting to be disrespectful.

[Ybfan]

"You can call her 'grandma' also you know? I think she adopted you by now," Dritz smiled as he took a drink of water. "And I knew you would show up. You may be stubborn or whatever, but you keep your word."

"Hello Azrael and no need to be so formal," she smiled up at him. "I see you already got some food and drink. Glad that you were well taken care of and thank you again for taking care of my grandson."

[RedRose4]

Azrael cracked a vague smile and nodded. "You make a good point. Grandma it is." He said, having no problem with that at all since he really did know the woman for a while now already. Nodding in agreement to what Dritz said, Azreal ate a little food, drinking some beer but thinning it would be good to stick with water after this pint. He didn't want to get drunk in a place such as this, with children and family.
As Dritz's grandmother spoke, Azrael glanced at his friend, nodding his head and paying attention back onto the woman beside him. "Just as long as they don't overfeed me, it's appreciated. And of course...Dritz will be cared for as long as I'm alive." Going towards Dritz a little more, Azrael looked around for a little while before asking. "So...anything here worth doing?" he wondered while sipping his beer.

[Ybfan]

Dritz's grandmother nodded with a happy smile as she stood up to take some of the plates and glass to a house to get washed. Excusing herself as she walked away.

Dritz finished chewing his food as he nodded and swallowed his food before pointing over to the dancing with ribbons. "That is really great to do actually. Twirl with the sound of the music and we all dance. I did it earlier, but my stomach demanded food," he grinned happily and continued eating. "So...what did you do today that made you late to the festival?" He asked between bites and looked at his friend.