Sariel's Star-No Recorded Date Or Time:

    "Isn't this just wonderful Gabriel, I could stare at him for eons, he never dims." Azrael smiles and she leans against Gabriel as they float in the sky. Gabriel doesn't respond instead he looks off into the distance,

    "Azrael." He says and Azrael continues,

    "I mean I looked around and I'm pretty sure, he's the brightest and biggest star in the entire universe." Azrael giggles

    "Azrael..." Gabriel says again looking off in the distance, poking her arm.

    "And to think that-" Azrael continues but then Gabriel shouts

    "Azrael!" He shakes her

    "Ugh! What is so important that-" Azrael turns to see the stars in the distance going out, Azrael's face drains of color realizing what's happening.

    "It's Her isn't it?" Azrael asks and Gabriel nods, Before they can react to fly away they see a figure standing on top of Sariel's Star, Her long brown hair hides her expression and flows with her sparkling thin dress, and she carries a gargantuan scythe and with one fluid motion swings down, Gabriel fast on his feet extends his wings and covers Azrael, The star expands, and then shrinks, before exploding in a massive supernova, the full force instantly hitting Gabriel as he screams out launching them both into the empty vacuum of space.

    The figure floats there briefly before glancing behind her,

    "Well, I didn't know they'd both be there dad, if I knew that I wouldn't have gone easy on them." She looks down at her scythe snow sparkling with the remnants of the star and licks the blade smiling.

    "Oh come on, it's not every day I get to taste the soul of an Angel and he was already dead. I'm not disrupting anything, maybe just a bottle to go, dad?" She looks up and groans,

    "Fine whatever"

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