The snow drifted peacefully down to the already white ground. There was absolutely no one in the forest aside from two people who technically weren't people at all. Azrael wasn't sure where they were, but it was cold and that's all that mattered. He sat on a fallen tree, his head resting on Delilah's shoulder. They had been here ever since he left the girl sitting on the beach.

"I thought you would be happy about this. You're always talking about how you don't want to live."

"I don't, but I just want to get blinked out of existence. I don't want to be around for the Judgment and all that other shit. I've been through Judgments before… Besides, God told me a long time ago that when the big one comes, I'm going to be absolute last to fucking die behind everybody else. I'll never understand what He has against me."

Delilah patted his head, "There, there… I'm sure She has Her reasons."

Azrael simply grunted in reply.

"Are you sure you did it right?"

"You don't mess something like that up."

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"Wait. It's all we can do. Just wait until someone decides that it's time for that girl's unborn son and the Christ Bitch's daughter to start Armageddon."

They sat in silence; the only sound was that of snow falling and of branches creaking. He hoped that she wouldn't say anything. The Earth's days were numbered, and he didn't want to waste them by listening to her whine about babies. Then again, he often ended up doing things he didn't want to do, like exist.