Can't you hear the mountains cry brother?

Location: Mount Cook, New Zealand
Date: March 2021
Time: Morning
Weather: Cold. Blue sky.
Outfit: Link
Topic for: @Alessio
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It wasn't the first time he had swapped places around the world to find his own sense of peace. He talked with some of his brothers time to time, but in the end it had become way to long between talking to any of them. Distance and isolation was dangerous like that, once you had gotten a taste of it, it dragged you into a different state of mind that wasn't so easy to get out of again. Perhaps this was the reason he travelled alone, like a lonesome wanderer, no one really knew who was. He was fine no one knowing his entire story, even if it had meant his brother and Father disagree with his decisions to leave. Gabriel had found him once, and gotten him back to Heaven - and yet, Azrael had only stayed for a handful of years. He had been sneaking around in Hell and healing the mortal souls to let them get to Heaven, he couldn't stand the suffering of them. And perhaps for that reason his Father was happy to let his son wander around thinking about if what he had done was the right thing to do.
Time on Earth had made him slightly irritable however, just slightly, especially when he managed to meet human's out travelling and just not appreciating the wonders God had made for them. People who were just sometimes stupid assholes that deserved a punch in the face, and he was gladly give them that. He had a cabin near the mountain, sadly it had become more of a place for people to come and visit, with all their cars and phones, noise and eager to just share everything online. He could swear the internet or more likely social media was Lucifer's creation.

Azrael was on his way home from a morning walk, he stopped for a few seconds as he reached the little cabin he lived in. A few sheep around the cabin to give him some company, he enjoyed the company of nature and animals more than humans anyways. "Brother," he took a deeper breath in. It didn't take long to feel the aura from Alessio, just like his other older brothers Alessio could not go unnoticed. "It has been centuries. What brings you here?"

Alessio replied to his question, starting out by saying he needed a help. Of course, it didn't surprise him. The few times he actually saw his siblings it was always because they needed something from him, he guessed he owed that to them for leaving in the end. Azrael also knew he couldn't stay in Heaven not when he couldn't do what he wanted, not when things hadn't turned out the way he wanted them too. He had still yet to forgive Eos and Uriel for not letting him go in and safe Katana when she was banished to Hell by Maelle. "What is it I can do for you?" Azrael asked calmly and walked a bit closer, knowing his brother wouldn't just ask if it wasn't because he really needed the help. Going these lengths to disturb Azrael from his moment of peace here, but then again it had been too long. He rarely spoke to anyone but Sariel who stayed with him but was out for a walk by now - as far as he recalled. "It's been quite long hasn't it?" He chuckled a bit and walked up towards Alessio and placed a hand on his big brother's shoulder. It had been long, and he had nothing against his siblings, at least everyone but Eos and Uriel.

Problems. Azrael sighed a bit, problems had been his main reason to leave so long ago, so he didn't have to look at Eos nor Uriel again. But they needed help. So who was he to say no? He couldn't say no to his oldest brother. Azrael also knew that Alessio never asked anyone for help, so why he had chosen Azrael out of all his siblings, well, the youngest archangel after Chamuel didn't know. Maybe needing the angel of death, more than angel of grief. It had been ages since people last had seen him, other than when he followed a prayer to a location. "I've heard its the capital of trouble, at least from my birds," Azrael chuckled a bit. Everywhere in the supernatural community, he heard about the horrors and problems in Gaia.
Yes, Azrael was less troubled by greeting his siblings. He didn't see them, the only company he had the last years were Sariel, which perhaps was enough for him to not make a fool out of himself when conversating. "Like wise, I prefer to be out here on my own," he looked shortly around himself, the mountain side, so glorious. It was only when Gabriel or Remiel had made a short visit to see how he was doing, otherwise he didn't see his siblings.

Azrael knew he didn't owe anything to his siblings, to any of them, but they also both knew he couldn't say no. "I will help," he confirmed with a small nod. "Because you must be desperate if you are coming to me for help," he added with a small chuckle, not that he took it lightly, but he was less uptight than his siblings sometimes were. Maybe it was the taste of freedom that had made him this way, but after what he had lost, he had taken quite some time returning to his version of himself.