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Azrael: L'Angelo della Morte

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....A girl haunted by demons......
            .......An angel searching for a reason for his exsitence......
 
 
 

The nightmares had returned. A horrible creature held a skull in his outstretched hands, and out of it a strange red smoke came. Lightning flashed although there were no visible windows. When the light came through the room, Ana could see other horrific creatures hiding in the shadows.

"Ana." the smoke from the skull hissed at her.

Ana screamed and tried to run but it was no use she was chained to the wall. She struggled with all her might, but they did not budge. The creatures around her laughed and venom seemed to drip from the sound of their voices.

"You choose this path, Ana, this is your destiny." the smoke laughed again. "No one can save you."

"Leave me alone! What do you want from me? This is only a dream....I will wake up. Wake up, Ana, wake up."

The creatures laughed again.

Then he was there. Azrael. Only he looked different. More powerful, more beautiful. He wore black sweat pants, and his pale chest gleamed in the bluish light of the lightning. In his hand was a long dangerous looking sword which seemed to be on fire, and from his shoulders large grey feathered wings were visible. Azrael wore a look of under contempt, and yelled at the creatures by name. His dark eyes were intense, and rage ran through him as he butchered the creatures one by one.

Ana closed her eyes and waited for it all to be over. She felt a soft hand on her cheek.

"Ana, wake up. It is only a nightmare." she heard Azrael’s voice whisper to her.

Ana opened her eyes and sat up with a start. A cold sweat covered her body. Azrael sat on her bed facing her, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. In the dim light she could see the concern on his face.

"You were screaming."

"I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you." she apologized

"Go back to sleep, the nightmares will not bother you any more tonight." he whispered.

Ana quickly drifted back to sleep. Just before her eyes closed, she caught Azrael’s reflection in the mirror on her wall. The light in the room was dim, and she was very tired, but for a moment she thought that she had seen them...wings.