Today was Azrael's day off, and he'd spent most of the morning running errands. But when he'd come home and Svetlana had been gone, he'd been concerned. She'd told him that she wouldn't go out without him, so to not find her anywhere was a bit worrying.
He'd headed out on foot looking for her, she didn't know the city at all, and if she fell into his brother's hands, he'd never forgive himself if something happened to her.
He'd been walking for blocks, when he felt the unsettling presence he associated with Satan and Lucifer. He sighed. He was really going to have to impress upon them that this needed to stop. The feeling got stronger the closer he got to a little cafe, and he spotted Satan, in his female form, sitting with Svetlana, who looked more or less unharmed.
"Satan," he said tiredly, coming up next to the table. "What are you doing?"