A loud bang on the door woke up Angelique, who fell asleep on top of the covers, snuggling herself in the most vulnerable way possible. She shot out of bed and stumbled towards the door, her first instinct being to barricade herself inside. But she stopped, her hand on the knob, before opening the door and coming face to face with the devilishly handsome Azrael. In the darkness of the hallway, his features were not as sharp, and he looked more human than a God.
"There's breakfast waiting for you." he announced, ignoring the fact that the still puffy eyed Angelique was staring at him like he was breakfast. "Brush your teeth before you speak-" he immediately spoke, offering her a small pouch and walking away.
Angelique's cheeks reddened and she looked down at the pouch, opening it. A small
