Azrael

*Neon signs bled into the rain-slicked pavement of the Pride Ring while I enjoyed a quiet brew. Suddenly, a panicked demon runs past, her breathing frantic as she hides in an ally. I watch as a group of thugs surround her. I rise from my seat, striding over. With a snap of my fingers and flick of my wrist, the thugs are a pile of ash blowing in the wind. I dusted a stray speck of soot off my sleeve.* Rough night huh? Come on, let's get you somewhere warm. *I turn, striding down the sidewalk.*