Duck Lake its going to heal, but it ain't going away

He spotted her moments later, cocked his head, there was something about her that seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. And the scent was familiar too. The gods were giving him a head start, but to what? Seriously, someday the riddles were seriously going to kill him, like why give him a large bag but not directions to where to trick or treat, or places to rob? It just didn't make sense. Raziel always had this kind of sarcastic, mischievous, dastardly attractiveness about him, and the gift of looking eternally youthful. In some ways, he looked like his half brother Hadrian, except for the eyes, he had the eyes of the mysterious murky depths of the ocean.

"Hello," he said in greeting, a light accent coating his words. The corner of his lips quirked upwards as he attempted a smile, wondering inside why the gods would ask him to talk with a pretty female. Surely they didn't make him come here to 'fulfil his desires' or some shit like that. No, it had to be something more important but it wouldn't make sense to ask her something like 'Yo, do you know why the gods sent me here to talk to you, eh?' in front of a girl nonetheless. How embarrassing would that be? Little did Raziel know, how much he looked like his half brother when he smiled.