~*~Knocking on Death's Door~*~ {Private}

Name: Azrael (meaning death) Hartford
Age: 20
Height: 5'7
College Year: Junior
Major: Forensics
Appearance:

Once sent to earth, the days passed. One by one, soul by soul, he captured them all and slowly but surely grew out of his sympathy or guilt of the way each imbecile died. Some even deserved it, as he thought. Though, being a college student was interesting, he wanted to get on with it. His list of souls burned red in each name, signaling that he had full control over them. He had been waiting a whole week for the last name to appear, burn in black like the eyes of Death itself, or rather, his father. One thing was hilarious to him, his roommate was on the list and he didn't shed a tear or blink an eye to his death. So, as his alarm went off, he knew to get up and go on with his classes. "Well then, I'll keep my list in my pocket. I just hope father isn't playing games with me, being in this damned human form is useless for me and getting tiring." he said, annoyed. Walking out into the hall with his backpack in hand, he went on to class. Even as he stepped, his presence just gave off the stench of demise and evil, the students knew well not to mess with him. They had given him the nickname which he wore well: Angel of Death.

As he heard a voice crying and wanting for another to wait up, he chuckled. Ah, ignorance is definitely bliss for these humans. Azrael continued on through the halls only to see a blond and them feeling a hard collision meeting with his chest. He hadn't moved but just an inch back, seeing as he was practically hard as stone. He grunted, looking down with a hollow but furious glare in his black eyes. It was just the girl he caught a glance of just before she had bumped into him. "Watch it, idiot." he said harshly, walking past her in a rush to get to class on time.

He didn't have the patience nor time to deal with any professors that were too busy throwing about their authority or abusing it with students. But as he walked away, he felt a small kind of burn in the pocket of his black jeans: A name had been written. He smirked, walking into the room only to see the teacher and even the students shudder and look away from the door. He walked to his seat, sneaking the long list out underneath the table to see the name, Dani Cross. A male? Hm, this should be interesting, as usual.

Well, despite her anger, once they would meet again, the young reaper to be would see the last number across the victim's forehead in black and flaming numbers. He could feel the power slowly rising within him, making his eyes far more sharp than realized by any human. Azrael knew to not let himself accidentally let his tongue loose, to reveal what he truly is, a demon from hell, death itself, it's keeper and messenger. Those who stand in his way would die as soon as he so says it.

As class went on, he nervously was tapping his foot on the floor, wanting for this day to be over. As soon as his black eyes met the dead to be's eyes, he could relaxed. Even before the name was written, he would be anxious. Once the bell rung, he rushed just as fast out of the classroom. But fate soon drew them together again, except this time his arm pushed her to the side, knocking some of the books down that she carried including her camera. "Ugh, watch where you're going damnit!" he cursed, rolling his eyes and walking off. Everyone only stared at Dani, afraid that she had been either cursed or was soon to die.

Whomever associated with Azrael was asking for it. No one ever outlasted a month after bumping into him. The timer was set.

Even as the cracking of the lens was heard, or at least with his ears, he didn't care. Some of the people in the crowd gasped, seeing how easily that the Angel of Death could even keep walking with a girl crying just behind him. Though, soon he heard rapid footsteps, unfortunately he didn't expect it to be the blond's steps. As Azrael's shirt was tugged and pulled at, he turned his head to see the number: 100. It was right across her forehead and flaming but a very light, she still had a while to live.

But once Dani began with preaching about manners and his mother, this made him snapped. He slapped her hands away, glaring. "Don't tell me about manners, you brat. Also, it's not up to you to teach me anything. Just back off, or you will regret it, girl. He pushed her back, smirking as he knew her end was just near and turned, walking away to the next class. He could care less if he ever had a mother, it wouldn't change anything. Especially how black his heart was.

Well, this 'creep' wouldn't pay the girl back even if she swore revenge on him. He was Death's son! Soon to be Death itself, so what had he to fear? Nothing. Nothing at all, especially from his last soul to reap. It would be sweet to see the fear of dying in her eyes just as the car would crush her to death. Ah, to take her soul and hand it over to his father for his last decision of where these souls would end up. Hm, he hoped that Dani would stay in Hell, it would be hilarious to see her suffer for any sins.

Soon, to his fortune, the day ended and he was already heading back to his room. Since he was put on earth as a human boy, he never had the necessity to eat, drink, or even sleep. Then again, at times he would find himself closing his eyes for rare moments, as if in slumber. The blond's voice still rung in his head, her words of whether he ever had a mother and was taught manners. This made him question his existence, how was he made, really? At times human emotions would spill from the cracks that he continuously tried to clog up, seeing it as a weakness to his deal for the title.

Azrael could never truly be human, that is considered foolish and pathetic. He wouldn't allow himself to fall so hard when he has such great things such as eternity to look forward to and to take souls, what a passionate sort of title to have and to hold. He really looked up to his father with pride and mischief.

"Huh? Who the hell would knock on my door? Hm, maybe a stupid fraternity girl doing initiation, again." Azrael mumbled, smirking as he opened the door only to see Dani. He rolled his eyes, scoffing and closing the door again. Why should he even speak to his victim? Hell, he'd be the main cause of her being silent forever once she died.

Pulling out the list, he could still see her name as a dim flicker. Her death sentence was yet to be decided. Damn it, why do I have to deal with this? Every single one of my souls had no problems until this one. My father is a very peculiar person. He heard knocks, continuous, and all he did was sit on his bed and cross his arms. She'd have to leave sometime. She had to!

Azrael growled, grabbing money from his wallet and taking out at least $200. He just wanted her gone! Opening the door, he threw the bills at her face. "Get the hell away! I don't want to deal with you right now, seriously. Could you be so stubborn and hard headed? My god, I knew women were ridiculous, but you took my breath away." he hissed, glaring down at Dani.

Even still, her number on her forehead was still there, but faded. What the hell was happening? He'd have to discuss with his father later tonight, when she left. Still, he could see anger within the blond's eyes and also confusion. What else was there to be confused about? He didn't want her near him and he didn't want to be near her, so why couldn't she keep it in her head?

The room really didn't bother Azrael. Hell, if he had the chance, he would paint it all black and have just the one item that would've revealed him as the son of Death: His own Scythe. Then again, there were weirder things than just weapons on the walls. His roommate had complained about his lack of taste too, but then again, a month later the guy died by alcohol poisoning, and he was right there at the party. He was the first soul. The rest just followed like moths to a flame.

As Dani walked in, he grunted and gritted his teeth. "Get out. I never told you that you could come in. Don't make me call the administrator and get your ass kicked out." he warned, walking up to her. "You wanted your money for the damn lens, so go. Get in, and then get out. I don't need a girl to tell me what to like and what to do." he said, pushing her out slowly from his room.

Blinking in shock, he was about to say something until Dani began spouting to him about how rude he was. Sighing, he crossed his arms and listened, though almost expected his ears to start bleeding at any moment. Who did she think she was? God? Hah! "So what if I purposely pushed you? You were in my way so, I got you out of it." he said, scoffing. He shook his head, sitting on his bed.

He had no childhood, just training for most of his life. He had no memories of a mother, ever. All he remembered was being beaten down if he ever showed any emotion of sympathy for the dead. He was taught to either become death or nothing at all. So, he had become stone cold, unable to feel anything for the humans whenever they begged to be taken back. They were scared sh*tless.

Sure, to her he would appear as a child, a very spoiled child, but in Hell, which is where he came from, he would be a very tough and cruel sort of person. Still, as this blond walked about his room, he could only try not to let his boiling anger spout from him. He looked up, glaring dangerously at Dani. What the hell was this? A damn confessional? He stood up, knowing the only way to get out was to scare her off.

Well then, looks like I'll just have to scare the living hell out of her. Azrael looked at her in the eye, walking closer and pushing her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. "I will not apologize, but I know what I can do, maybe live up to my title. I'll have you die within a month and take your soul..." he said, smirking.

Azrael couldn't believe it! The damn girl wasn't scared! He gritted his teeth once more, agitated that he had to go to such lengths to get her to leave his domain. But, as soon as she started saying how his not being scary and that she could see it in his eyes, it made him think for a second. His eyes showed no more horror than his own presence. "What do you see then?" he asked, almost just making fun of Dani.

He couldn't help his curiosity. Most humans, especially at this age were terrified easily. It's not the same calling to the devil than to see it coming. Still, he wanted to know whether she was just fibbing or humoring him to get what she wanted: an apology.