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[Azreal Lu`Rael]

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It was summer now, Azreal could sense new life springing from the earth all about him, there could be no doubt of it. Within his crypt Azreal could see many things as his age came to refine his abilities. Through the orb and his own mind gifts he could see that life was going on as it usually did.

Humans building, humans destroying.
Humans sowing, Humans reaping.
Humans weeping, Humans rejoicing.

This cycle of events was typical and seemingly without change. For sometime now Azreal had lain within his crypt observing the events of the land. At the time Azreal had laid down things were becoming most dull, all the things which used to be enough no longer were. Laying under the earth Azreal stroked his orb waiting for an age of change, an age which could provide something new to sink into to, something new to taint.

It came, Azreal could see factions forming and dissolving rapidly now within the human ranks of light as an old evil loomed over the land in shadow. No longer could he hear his name upon the lips and minds of men, no longer did they seem to hunt him.

*THUD* *THUD*

Azreals senses training upon the loud noise overhead.

*THUD* *THUD*

It sounded like, digging?

This naturally did not fill Azreal with warm feelings knowing if they kept at it they would uncover him and ruin his holiday.

Humans... no respect for the dead.... Azreal thought as he listened to the noise getting closer.

It had to be grave robbers, whom else would be digging in a place of the dead? Azreal smirked slightly trying to imagine the grave robbers surprise when they find out he isn’t quite as dead as they would have hoped!

*TAP* TAP*

The shovel sounded as it struck the opening of his tomb, Azreal waited with eyes closed bracing himself for the scent of living flesh that was once again about to fill the air about him. The lid slowly moved, Azreal once again revealed to the realm of the living.

"Hehe looks like we got ourselves a fresh one", a voice spoke out above Azreal.

"Aye and look at his clothing and that orb, it must be worth a fortune!", the two robbers were overflowing with glee.

Azreal could feel a hand upon him trying to remove his necklace, "I wouldn’t do that if I were you", Azreal spoke softly much to the dismay of his would be robbers.

"What in virtues name!!” one yelled out. "This ones still alive!"

"Not quite..” Azreal spoke as he raised from his grave.

"Wha...what are you...” the other screamed in fright.

The reply was simple and Azreal hesitated not in its speaking, "Your end".

In a matter of moments Azreal was already upon one of the men sinking his fangs into his neck, draining him of all of his precious lifeblood.

*THUD*

The man was dead.

Azreals eyes opened once more as he looked upon his fallen prey, He moved his hand upon the head of the now lifeless man and gave him a light pat on the head with a smile.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH", the other man was already fleeing which wasn’t much of a surprise really, human loyalties and bonds were often quickly disregarded at the first sign of any conflict. The human instinct for survival could always be counted on.

Azreal pondered chasing after the man but this was quickly disregarded, why bother? Besides, Azreal always liked being the center of a good story.

Tossing back several strands of hair from his face Azreal decided to journey about a bit, look at and enjoy all the new things in the realm. Slipping the orb into his garments and dusting himself off he now began his journey back into the lands of the living.