—“Azael.”—

He is standing,in the stone,medieval classroom. Leaning against the wall slightly,as his gaze pierces daggers at everyone..his face looks like he just watched something utterly disgusting… His arms crossed,and his foot taps impatiently..before,the teacher walks in,and he scoffs. His gaze piercing daggers at the teacher. Teacher:”Good morning,class. We have a new student,be..somewhat kind.. and dont swarm them,please..they will be here soon.” he scoffs. “great..another burden.”