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-Azrael: Humility-
The only advantage to not having been reborn into a human body was that he was able to keep an eye on things from afar, but it came to his attention that the Sins had out numbered the Virtues. That was a problem. They would hold much more influence over the humans that would determine humanity's fate. The chaotic unbalance that would ensue would leave the world in state of destruction. Azrael had not enjoyed the company of his comrades in years which made the idea of possessing an earthling more bearable. He did not envy the humans' world of sin, waste and carnage. He would miss the warm glow of the Heavenly realm, but he had a job to do. He was the leader of the Virtues and it was time to find his warriors.
The transition for possessing took courage as neither Virtue nor Sin knew the body they would be dealt. It was not like one could part the clouds and choose as they desired. He allowed his spirit to reach out to Cleric and began the connection. For Azrael it was felt as though he was being pulled into a heavy slumber. He just prayed that wherever he awoke, the body would be useful. An elderly body would be hard if he were to be attacked.
Blaring horns and voices filled his ears, forcing him to pinch his forehead. His skin was warm and smooth. Through blurry vision he could see the ceiling fan above him, black blades spinning endlessly. As he settled into the body, he could feel silk tangled around him. Propped up on his elbows he soaked in the luxurious room around him. The windows were ceiling to floor with red curtains loosely pulled together. On the nightstand rested jewelry, one of which was a gold watch with marble facing. Clothes were scattered around on the day bed and dressers.
"Hey, baby," a strange voice boomed from the hall as a man appeared, fixing the buttons on his shirt, "Sorry, I know you hate being called that."
Azrael pulled the sheets up to his collarbone--human heart pounding like thunder trapped in his chest. The feeling of shock never affected his chest in the Heavens.
"I know you said you couldn't see me tonight, but last night was..." the man was tall with groomed dark hair, light eyes and creamy skin. The shirt looked ready to burst at his shoulders. "Last night was... incredible. I know you have your rules but couldn't you make an exception?"
He was so busy throwing himself together that the stranger finally, for the first time since his one-sided conversation started, did he look Azrael in the eyes.
"You okay Ashlin?" His brows furrowed, "You look like you saw a kitten get hit by a bus."
"I... I'm fine." the voice that escaped his lips was soaked in velvet. He glanced around, eyes searching for a mirror.
"Anyways, after your benefit how about I meet you back here?" He slipped onto the bed--Azrael all but jumped off the adjacent side, "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"C'mon, break your rules every once and a while."
Azrael managed to find the bathroom, jumping at his own reflection. Staring back at him was a woman with tousled hair, half naked in a small white dress and smeared make-up. He ran his fingers through the strawberry blonde hair. Dried hairspray crunched under his fingertips.
"Ashlin?" The stranger called from the other room. Azrael ignored him and hurried to wipe the make-up off. He patted his face dry before returning to the bedroom, "Identification, I need it."
"Mine?"
"No, mine." He started going through Ashlin's things.
"I'm pretty sure you left it in your wallet."
"Where is that?" he snapped at the man, who pointed with his chin, "By the dresser."
Azrael spotted a gold and white purse and quickly opened it, shoveling through her belongings.
"Ashlin Sparks..." he, now she, whispered. Not only did she find her wallet and ID, but also her phone. On the front screen there was a list of meetings she had had planned. One of which was meeting with a politician. It did seem she managed to possess a body that some history and maybe power on earth.
"You need to leave. Now." She stood, holding her wallet and phone.
"See you tonight?" The man was clasping the silver wallet on. Ashlin shook her head, "No, I have things to do." Get out, scum-bag.
"Call me?" The man asked just he and Ashlin reached the door, "No."
She shoved him out and locked the door, before returning to the bedroom. She needed to get dressed, investigate everything about this Ashlin Sparks and find the humans that needed protecting.
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