After he'd bid Ash a goodbye in the morning, he came to open the shop, in a decidedly good mood. Hopefully Raziel wouldn't have his mortal hide for doing what he'd just done, but it had been a damned good evening. Hopefully the goddess thought so too, or at least good enough to get him on her good side.
He opened the shop, humming a tuneless song, some aria he'd heard somewhere. The Sefer Raziel was right where he'd left it, and he sat at the counter with it, waiting for customers to appear.
He opened the shop, humming a tuneless song, some aria he'd heard somewhere. The Sefer Raziel was right where he'd left it, and he sat at the counter with it, waiting for customers to appear.