N I C K N A M E
Laz
R O L E
Satan's Son
Age
Looks 21 || Actual Age Unknown
C U R R E N T L O C A T I O N
New York Streets
DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β¦ #810541 || TΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #058246
Lazarus had just left the church and decided to wander around the hospital for a few minutes before heading back out onto the streets. He had made five deals since he's been awake and out on the streets. Just as he stepped into the hospital he could sense that the angel had been there again. He sighed and followed his senses and found that she was in the room with the girl he had just healed by making a deal with her grandfather. The male smirked a bit and glanced down at the blonde angel before him. "No need to heal her, she will be fully healed in three, two, one," just as he said one the girl shot up catching a full breath of air and her leukemia was completely healed. "Oh and by the way, just because you tell me to stay out of your way, it doesn't mean I'm going to listen to you. I go where my tasks take me, just as you do," he stated just as he stepped out the room due to the little girl seeing the two of them beginning to argue. A human didn't need to be seeing this. Even though he didn't care about what happened to the girl if she heard what the two of them were speaking about, he did care what his father would do if he found out Lazarus had revealed himself to a child.
"Also, you're quite hot when you're upset," he added before walking through the halls and out the door as he lit a cigarette. He leaned against the brick wall and took a drag from the tobacco stick. This was very much needed after dealing with an angel. Angels were the most dreaded beings in the universe in his opinion. Humans laid just beneath them. The only reason he tolerated humans more than angels is because humans are potential future demons. If he got them to trade their soul, it was inevitable they would become just like himself. That's what he was here to do, to grow his father's army in order to take over Earth for the first time in millenia.