One Should Not Seek Those

Had Pretended To Be Abbadon Of The Dark, When Always He Had Been Working For The Light.

It Was Maddening How Your Best Friend Could Twist The Knobs Inside Of You So Much That It Hurt.

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Do Not Cry For Me, Azrael. Do Not Waste Your Tears. You Made Your Decision. And This Is Mine. Sacrifice Seems To Be My Destiny. A Funny Thing For A Selfish Man, Isn't It? They Always Called Me Weak Back Then.

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.