Allison -> Kali -> Andrea

Dreams of another life, another time haunt Andrea. Why did she call out to Azrael while she slept? What could an angel of death do to help this Rifter? What were these memories this Rifter couldn't understand. Why were angels involved? Andrea knew of Gods & Goddesses, after all her mother was deemed a Goddess of Chaos, but Angels? That seemed a little far out there. Yet perhaps that was the warning sign of what was to come? An Angel of Death...was death suppose to be her fate?

Fate scared her, if she was to die she wished to go down in a massive battle removing as many enemies as possible. She put everything she had into training with the sword. Samhain pushed her to her limits yet not matter how exhausted she was she would still call out to the Angel of Death in her sleep.

"Why do you keep calling to me, Daughter of Chaos?" A voice asked awakening Andrea from her sleep with a startle. Her blade pressed against the intruder's neck. "Who are you." She snapped not really asking. The intruder smirked as he lifted her chin to meet his eyes, "How do you not know who you call every night since you were young?" Andrea studied his eyes in disbelief as she took a step back dropping her sword, "Angel's are not real." She muttered noticing his appearance. Azreal smirked while he tilted his head and walked towards her. He touched her forehead and narrowed his eyes after a ew moments. "Seems as our fates are intertwined." His gruff voice whispered softly before disappearing.

Upon morning, Andrea was sure what she had experienced was all just a dream. After all Angels are not real and why would her fate be intertwined with an Angel to begin with.