To the world he was a villain, but to me he was my brother.
In a world where death is the currency, how does one survive?
how does one live and thrive?
We do it the only way we know how....By Killing
And as he goes down the path of revenge and death.... It's up to me to keep him sane.
My brother, my savior, my avenging angel. but to the rest of the world
He is Azrael,
The First God of Death.
This book has had an amazing start and really feels special to me it's well thought out and Azrael has so much growing to do