Azrael sat at the table, waiting for his brother to finish talking to the person on the phone. By the sounds of things, it was another client. He screwed up his nose, as often was his habit when he was thinking hard about something. He supposed that it was the dangers of having a 'word-of-mouth' business. A lot of people forgot to relay the important information such as, "Do not ring until after 9 am or Azrael will be more of a demon than those you have in your house." He fiddled with the newspaper, remembering the demons he had seemed to deal with on a daily basis.

Ever since he was younger, he was always scared of the ghost and spirits that haunted their family. Unlike his mother, father and brother, he could not see or feel them. All he could do is hear them, and they always seemed to come to him at night time. He remembered sleeping in his brother's bed at nights, so Daniel could ward the spirits off. One night, it wasn't a spirit that visited. Azrael could see it, but neither his mother, father or brother could. They could sense that it was something evil and otherworldly. Ever since that night, Azrael trained himself in the art of Exorcisms and Banishment. Because he was not a priest, he had no right to use the sacred rites of the Catholic church. Instead, he developed his own rites and spells. A lot of his clients were those that refused to accept God in their lives or believed in other deities.