Anders opened his eyes. He’d heard a knock downstairs, and just assumed it was the cat locked out. He waited a minute, then heard another one, so he decided he’d go let her in. He opened his door and flicked the light switch on. Nothing happened. He huffed, and grabbed a flashlight, flicking it on and descending into the hall. Once he reached the door, Anders opened it. Nothing was there. “.. Lucy?” He called. Something moved behind him, and the calico jumped off the sofa and rubbed against his legs. “..” He shut the door, and re locked it. “..Hi, kitty.” She gazed back at him with amber eyes, and let him pick her up. He just sat in the living room with her for a while, before he heard it again. It was definitely not cat sized, and probably in the nearby kitchen, but he didn’t worry. His little brother was probably just raiding the fridge. “Raven? I could’ve come down with you, you didn’t have to come down in the dark.” He called out. He didn’t hear anything, so he walked into the

-kitchen himself. “Raven??-“ He trailed off. Something was spilled on the counter, it looked like coffee. He didn’t bother cleaning it up or shining a light on it. “.. What did you do?” He searched for a bit, occasionally saying something like “You aren’t funny” or “Come here, mom’s gonna kill us”. Anders heard a snarl- dog-like, almost. They didn’t have a dog. He surrendered upstairs, but decided to check on his brother. He cracked open the door to his room. “.. Raven?” The 8 year old was asleep, like he’d been when he checked on him before going to bed himself hours ago. It was about 4 in the morning now- the sun would be rising soon, he had to get up in 3 hours and get ready for school. He went to surrender to his own room, and locked the door. He heard the growl again, so he looked out the window. It had to be outside- it couldn’t be in there. And that’s when he saw it. The dog. Well, he thought it was a dog. It was half as tall as the trees, blending in with the shadows so well he’d had

- to squint to see the outline of its body, and was staring directly back at him with one blood red eye. He quickly shut the curtains. He didn’t know what was out there, but he quickly reached for his camera and cracked open the curtains, managing to get a picture. He’d have to show his mother tomorrow, even though she’d probably call him crazy or laugh at him, if she cared at all. He sat there until sunrise, and ended up never showing anybody the picture. ok bye I’m dead inside

... yes, even at the asylum, Anders is still in possession of this photo he took when he was 11 and a couple others he took after that. yes, that’s a picture of azrael. yes, 8 year old raven was adorable. yes, it was blood, not coffee.

Yes the picture he took is of Azrael** not the drawing

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