A plan

The cruise ship which Azrael owns can carry up to 8,000 persons, the gold letters laid on the white painting of the transport have markings of bold letters that say ‘A.T.Execroz.’ It was written on the side of the colossal vessel.

Looking at the gleaming waters of the ocean, his heart began to ease, it will always be the place that gives him serenity and repose, it was the only thing that he looked forward to in this travel and celebration of his, the sea.

“How have you been Azrael?” it was one of his friends, Caleb, who inquired cooly, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, circling it. It’s quite peculiar for him to throw such a question, yet with Azrael losing his memories before and regaining bits of bits only now, the people who are closest to him were advised to be more patient in dealing with him.

“Great” the man responded, his orbs concentrated on the scenery that unravels before his eyes, how the magnificent sun adds shimmer and beam to the blue waters of the ocean. His ba