Come to make fun of me?[Dean]

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us Ever thought about losing it When your money's all gone and you lose your whip You might lose your grip when the landlord tell ya that you do for rent And the grass so green on the other side Make a n**** wanna run straight through the fence Open up the fridge bout twenty times But still can't find no food in it That's foolishness And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look,

Azrael had been in the woods for a long time absently holding Katastrofi, which in Greek meant Destruction, her sword. If wielded by Azrael in battle it shimmered a golden colour that inspired fear into whoever attacked her. Azrael embraced her heritage. She was the Daughter of Destruction, she was Perses's daughter and he'd named her after the Christian Angel of Death. Azrael certainly lived up to that name with her cold beauty and emotionless soul. She heard sobbing. Then a voice. She looked up and around to find a boy sitting there...crying. Ugh, great, an emotionally unstable person. She looked at him and felt his aura settle into the environment. His mother was Lyssa. She smiled cruelly. All she needed to do was manipulate him and she had a partner in crime. Azrael could do things like that easily. She was born to corrupt others. His voice was nice even though it was weak and quivering because he was bloody well crying, "Get up," she said sharply with her ice cold undertone.

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us Ever thought about losing it When your money's all gone and you lose your whip You might lose your grip when the landlord tell ya that you do for rent And the grass so green on the other side Make a n**** wanna run straight through the fence Open up the fridge bout twenty times But still can't find no food in it That's foolishness And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look,

Azrael cocked her eyebrow and spoke again, "Turn slowly," she ordered as she sized him up. He was quite cute. If she could get him to harden up a bit she might also date him for a while. That'd be fun wouldn't it? Oh, the joys in dating Azrael were never ending. Actually, there weren't many other than that you were allowed to touch her without getting killed after, "You're here crying and tell me, how can that be when you're the son of Lyssa! You, my dear boy, have some serious problems and I'm going to sort you out. Let's go," she said in her indifferent and slightly irritated voice. She turned around and started walking out the forest. Her midnight black dress flew in the wind around her and her golden hair was wild. She looked dangerous, exotic and extremely beautiful. Her blood red lips twitched into a small smile no-one could see as she walked out towards the middle of the forest where there was a huge opening. She was swinging her sword in circles effortlessly as she walked. She didn't bother looking back if he was following. She expected him to and didn't doubt he'd follow her.

(OOC: Not trying to godmod...if I did I'm really sorry!)