It was not that he couldn’t. Azazel would not burst into Heavenly flames if he passed the Holy threshold, like all Fallen, he was allowed to enter Holy places, some Fallen even whispered it was encouraged by Heaven if Fallen wanted to redeem themselves. But Azazel would never enter. Damien never asked his friend why, he knew some scars of guilt ran deep and were not to be talking about if the person did not bring it up themselves. Damien shrugged at his friends question and looked out over towards the sea.

“I’m not sure what I feel like today, lets see where the wind takes us? For now I feel like sitting here and taking in the sunset,” Damien climbed back to the peak of the roof and took a seat, indicating for Azazel to follow. The Fallen rolled his eyes and gave a short smile.

“So you fancy being a bit emo tonight then? Smoking into the sunset, looking all moody and pragmatic in silence?” Damien threw a half hearted swipe at his friend's leg and Azazel came to sit next to him and laughed.

“Not like that, I just fancy watching the sunset tonight. Plus I have a feeling something's coming, something big, and I want to know what it means,” Azazel cocked his head and gave his friend a sideways look.

“And you think glaring glumly at the sunset is going to help you figure out what it is? Are you hoping the answer will fall from the sky into your lap and suddenly you are going to know everything?” Damien grimaced slightly at his friends logic and ruffled a hand through his scruffy auburn hair.

“I just think whatever it is, it's going to happen soon. You know what it’s like when I get these feelings. They usually mean something,” Azazel’s face clouded over slightly, remembering the last time Damien had a feeling something big was going to happen. The altercation in Hell, which eventually led to Damien, for lack of a better word, escaping Hell and ending up in the Human Realm, left big scars on the young Angel, both physically and mentally. Azazel fought by his friend's side in the battle to escape Hell. It wasn’t an escape from Lucifer, who kept in touch with Azazel to check up on his only son, but an escape from something darker, something that could ruin the balance of good and evil in the worlds.

“I’m not the only one glaring glumly into the sunset now Az, you’ve lost yourself in your memories again,” Azazel flitted a quick smile Damien’s way and stretched his arms above his head.

“Just getting maudlin in my old age. We old timers get lost in the corridors of our memories sometimes,” Damien snorted and gave Azazel a quick shove.

“I can’t argue with how old you are, but you certainly don’t act like the wise old Fallen you are meant to be. To be fair, I am grateful for that, Az, I really am. I don’t know how I would of coped if you hadn’t been by my side,” Azazel smiled at the sunset and patted Damien’s shoulder.

“I’m always going to be here for you Damien, I like to think I’m your best friend, a big brother figure, even if that’s still a glorified babysitter,” Damien chuckled, the joke breaking the sudden dark mood that had come upon them both. He stood, deciding that maybe sitting and looking at the sunset was a bad idea, lest their brains wander back into darker territories.