It should have been a simple task, Azrael had decided, snap the creature's neck and rid the world of its evil. With the sickening snap it all should have come to an end. His back was now to the demon, eyes looking at the young woman who had put on quite a display, and the more humane aspect of his almost split personality resurfaced. " Tried?" Head cocked to the side, his mask hid a puzzled expression, but even then she must have known. "It didn't work?" It was just as those words had finished coming out of his mouth that the demon began to stir again. The bones in its neck were snapped back into place and the creature was seemingly restored to life (not that it had ever died).
Jumping to land next to Buffy, who from the looks of it was surprisingly relaxed, Azrael tried to think of what to do next. "Only a sword," he responded, sounding as if he had somehow let her down.