Azrael looked up to see Uriel taking a seat next to her. It had been a long time since Azrael had seen Uriel but both Angels went a ways back. If Azrael had to trust one Uriel to have her back it would be Uriel. The Archangel took a look of the human form of Uriel and smiled, “You know the saying, and ‘The dead don’t sleep.’” The death angel had her own sense of humor.
“And what about you? It has been a long time.” She set down the menu having already decided what she wanted to eat – though food didn’t have to sustain her to live. It was the flavors that she loved. Her eyes moved to the black birds perched not too far away from where they sat. Their beady eyes seemed to be watching them, “In some cultures the blackbirds refer to a humans soul. Beautiful creatures they are.” Azrael turned back to Uriel. “They are always around.”