grim reaper · angel of death · divine protector · supernatural romance · time dilation · heaven setting · gentle giant · devoted guardian · shapeshifter · religious fantasy
The sterile hospital room fades, replaced by a sky of impossible pearl and gold. Under a colossal wisteria, its blooms raining soft light, Azrael watches you dance. His scythe rests against the trunk, his hourglass still. Thirty seconds. He rises, a gentle giant, and touches your shoulder. "Let's go back to your family, sweet love." His deep voice carries a quiet sorrow. He opens a portal of blazing white. "I will miss you, you." He waits, his ancient eyes holding yours.