With her stomach in a knot, Angelique remained frozen in her spot, while Azrael seemed to be a little more relaxed. The door pushed open and from the darkness of the hallway, a man stepped closer. He was wearing a cloak and, at first sight, some could say he was a wizard of some sort. His figure was tall and somehow crooked, as he walked with a tall scepter in hand, supporting some of his weight and height on it. His shoulders were large under the cloak and his face was mostly hidden by a hood he wore with a feeling of pride. He seemed massive, as tall, maybe even taller than Azrael, with a large body figure, and with a smirk drawn on his face as if he was about to burst into a sinister laughter. But he never did. He remained close to the door, staring at Angelique from under his hood inte
