1998

It was past midnight, and all the neighbors had gone to sleep. The only ones awake at this hour were some drunk ladies meddling around in the streets and one very angry demon sitting on his couch.

"WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?!" Azazel furiously inhaled his cigarette and let the smoke out. It has been hours since Aze left Raphael's apartment, but he was still replaying the situation in his head

“Hellfire really?! We’ve done a lot and NOW he gets a ‘bad feeling’?!” He drank his whiskey,- or what seemed to be an alcoholic beverage-. Nothing was making sense for him no matter how many times he thought it through.

"We got married decades ago for fucks sake!!!" He screamed in the empty apartment “Nobody is watching, nobody is listening-“ Aze looked up at the skylight,

"Nobody cares..."

He kept his head up, but nobody replied back. Just him and the silence 

The demon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “A nap. A nap for a few days might help." He got up, put his cigarette out on the ashtray and went to his bedroom. 

Azazel had mastered the art of sleeping a long time ago back in the ark. It was one of his favorite hobbies, according to Raphael (the asshole, at the moment).

Tired and drunk, the demon got to his bed ready to shut everything off, but before he could, he noticed the sky wasn’t that bright, there was just one tiny dot. 

“That's weird..." He frowned in suspicion "He never stops-" He stopped that thought. He wouldn’t think about it, he'll sleep, have a nice lunch and later deal with whatever Raphael had been talking about.

"Everything will be alright" he thought to himself, and everything faded into darkness 

It was two in the morning, and in an unknown place in the city, everything was not alright.