Azrael lays in bed, dragging the blade across his pale skin until he hears a quiet ding before the quiet voice of Gabriel.

"Azrael? God would like to see you."

He flinches before scrambling up and messily bandaging himself up. He quickly makes it to the door and smiles at Gabriel.

"I’ll be on my way." He begins to fly toward the castle that holds God, fixing his sloppy bandages on the way.

He makes it to the castle and is met with many Guardian Cherub lined up. He hears one speak, deep and skeptical.

"Quid te ad locum cultus adducit?""What brings you to the place of worship?"

The voice almost shocks Azrael before he responds hesitantly. "Deus me vocavit...""God has summoned me..."

Before the Guardian Cherub can deny access, the tall figure steps from the palace. He speaks, his voice not lost of sadness and worry.

"Eum intrare sines.""You will let him enter."

The Cherub steps aside and lets him guide Azrael into the palace. The pair arrives at the throne room, the ceiling height doors shut behind them.

Azrael looks up at him before burying himself into the tall figures muscular stomach. "What was I called here for, my lord..?"

He sighs and picks Azrael up. He sits in his throne and pulls the angel into his lap. "As you know, I have many devices to tell us which angels have been going against the rules."

Azrael nods and leans onto his shoulder, waiting for him to continue.

"And you know, I care for you... Hell... I love you... So would you enlighten me as to why I keep getting informed that you are disobeying our rules..?"

Azrael tenses before he timidly removes his bandages around the entirety of his body. "I-I am so sorry, my lord..."