When Nervs strke; make a friend.

Esmerelda stepped out of the right wing's door. her soft hands and tanned palms eagerly opened it, carefully awaiting any dangers that might've been there.As she turned her black hair fell around her waist, it had grown and she was in need of a hair cut it seemed. her eyes looked nervous. ever sense the attacks she'd been on major edge.

Azazel had left the crypt, taking a walk to the right wing. He saw a woman there. He smirked and made his eyes normal. "Hello there." He said cassually to her.

Esmerelda jumped lightly and turned , slightly startled, her eyes widen abit."Hello..''she'd say cautiously. She looked around blinking as her eyes softened alittle, she was on edge if not more now that someone was there.

He was lauging in the inside at how she jumped. "No need to be so scared. I won't hurt you." He walked closer to her. "What is your name my dear?"

Esmerelda backed away lightly."Esmerelda.''she'd state softly.her eyes read that he was too close.

He stopped, seeing from her body language she didn't want him too close. "That is a lovely name. And there is no reason to be afraid of me. Unless you think I am a demon." He laughed, like he was making a joke.

"I dont know what to think anymore to be honest. ''she'd say softly, moving her hand threw her black as night hair. making it blow abit due to the whoosh of her hand, it smelt nice. like blueberries, it seemed.

He went to lean on the wall. "So do you think demons exist then? Or do you think it's just an old wives tales?" He crossed his arms on his chest as he looked at her.

"Depends on what you think.''she'd say."By the way..I never did get you're name.''she'd gesture, walking abit closer, but stepped back lightly. it was only polite, after all..he was being polite.

He smirked. 'Why is everyone so obsessed with names?' "I think that truth is often more unbelievable than fiction. And you may call me Zel. Weird name huh?" He let out a small laughter.

Chuckled softly."At least you dont have a grandmothers name.''she'd tease alittle.

He raised his eyebrow. "So you are named after your grandmother huh? What was she like?"

"I.. well shes not a physical"Grandmother." persay.''She'd smile as she touched the church walls.

He tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?" He watched her touch the walls. "A saint?"

"I usually call it"Grandmother." due to its old age. I guess my folks rubbed off on me.''she'd rub her neck.

He nodded. "Oh, I see. Then you must be very religious."

"Have been all my life, I used to sit and watch this church day to ..oh, im sorry,..you probley dont care about my story.''she'd say sighing deeply.

He gave her a charming smile. "Oh, please carry on, I am very interested in your story." He made a little nod to get her to continue her story.

"Noones ever wanted to hear my story.''she'd say softly."Im just a small town girl..nothing special.''she'd say softly.

He smiled softly. "Why are you ashamed of being a small town girl? There is nothing boring about that."

"Sometimes a girl just wants something bigger.''she'd say softly palming the walls again.

He flashed a small smirk. "What are your dreams then?" He asked taking a few steps closer to her. Stopping after few steps so that she would get used to him getting closer to her.

"You really wouldn't want to know..''she'd blush slightly; obviously human. her eyes met his normal looking ones.

He took two more steps closer. "I do. Tell me."

"They're really silly.''she'd say softly, leaning back against the wall gently.