There were so many unanswered questions unresolved in her heart. Angel of Death There are untold myriads of Angels who have been created. Azrael, the...Angel of Death is beautiful. He was created with a perfect face, beautiful eyes, and a beautiful body. His hair is fiery red and his wings are black. He is the only Angel with black wings. Azrael was given a voice with the power to hypnotize in order to ease a souls transition from physical form into spirit. The Angel of Death could be found. I didn't ever want to leave. I didn't care that it smelled bad, or that the gravel was sharp and poked my side. It was safe. I was safe. Please, please don't find me!"Save me, Master," I whispered, clutching at the choker about my neck. "Please come save me, Master."Gravel crunched and I jumped. Someone was approaching. I curled up as tight as I could, taking only the shallowest of breaths. My heart was hammering loudly in my chest. They're going to hear my heart thundering away, I realized. "Would he do that?" Before wailing helplessly, "But the publishersthink SR is just a couple of nerd-birds and me!" Well it is kind of," Sue said, looking at me asking me, "should I tellhim?" Blushing brightly I nodded, as she added. "Erm well you see Jim'sa CD, and as he does his best work as Jill it was only fair to use'her' name on the disk." CD?" For a moment he looked blank until I croaked."I'm a crossdresser Pete."Swearing under his breath Pete reigned in his annoyance, he needed bothour. She was sure that her beloved husband, the Marquis, would out in Nice atan important alnd ownership discussion. She was alone in the house. Suddenly, she was full of determination. What was the graceful clickingof her heels, now became a hasty tiptoeing. She hurried accross thechateau, moving from one room to another, seemingly with no direction atfirst, but then the maze became a pattern, through which the Marquesswas looking for her objective. At a corridor she met a group of maidswho were.