Azurael awoke with a start in a cold sweat. "Ugh, what was that? Probably last night's fish pie." Azurael said to heraelf.

"Not quite" A whisper of a male voice said.

"What!" Azurael exclaimed. "First time a voice ever answered me back."

"No child, you are my vessel, my Scion. I am Samael, one of the many personifications of Death." Samael said.

"Ah ha." Azurael said, disbelief evident.

"Look in your dresser mirror." Samael said.

Azurael followed his instructions and started when saw a wraith-like figure looking back. "Okay, now I believe you." Azurael said, elicting a chuckle from Samael.

"Go out and look for other Scions. You need to group together." Samael said.

Azurael went to the closest place she knew a lot of people would gather. The local mall.