AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Aug 14, 2023 18:42:17 GMT
Daciana strolled leisurely amidst the bustling streets, her hands casually tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket. Her unfocused poison green eyes wandered aimlessly, while her curly red hair cascaded freely down her shoulders. The female reaper felt a sense of boredom and uncertainty, unsure of how to occupy her time. It was one of those instances where restlessness consumed her, a feeling intensified by the absence of a particular memory she couldn't recall. This was a common predicament experienced by older reapers, as their recollections of their human lives gradually faded away with every passing year. Typically, when the woman felt bored, she sought out someone to bother. However, this time, even that failed to capture her interest. She chose to remain unseen, uninterested in the attention of humans. She concealed herself from their view, only to reappear when the reaper entered a small café unexpectedly. When her turn arrived, she quietly requested a hot chocolate, indulging in a guilty pleasure despite the unsuitable weather. Afterwards, she concealed herself once again, not only from humans but also from other supernatural beings. Well, at least most of them. After arriving at a small park, Daciana noticed that it was still early in the morning and most people were either going to work or still asleep. Consequently, the park was mostly empty. She found an unoccupied bench and let out a gentle sigh, briefly closing her eyes. She relished in the serenity surrounding her until a feeling of unease washed over her. Opening her eyes, she carefully surveyed the park, her heightened senses detecting a potential threat. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was being observed. With caution, she slowly turned her head, her vibrant emerald eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. The sense of foreboding intensified, surrounding her with an overwhelming cloak of terror. Abruptly, a dark silhouette materialized from the dense foliage. Daciana's heart skipped a beat as she identified the figure standing before her. It was Azazel, the ruler of the underworld. Well for the moment until someone somhow frees Lucifer that is. Daciana's survival instincts surged within her. She understood that she must not allow fear to overpower her; she needed to remain poised and collected. Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bench and confronted Azazel, the king of hell, with a stubborn gaze . "Why have you come, Azazel?" she inquired, her voice unwavering despite the rush of adrenaline pulsating through her veins. "I presume you haven't traveled this far solely to appreciate the surroundings." What was he doing here? They had never met before, so why is here standing before her? Wasting his time on a simple and lowly reaper. "So what could I possibly give you that one of your many lackeys can't? Or are they so incompetent you need to ask elsewhere?" At the moment, the reaper was confused. Not understanding why he searched her up specifically. He has demons that would ask how high they must jump if he asked. Besides, there were other reapers better and stronger than her. So why. There wasn't any dread in her body, but cautiousness was. Now knowing who had been watching her, the fear that had once appeared was seeping away. And yet the woman was wary enough. Since being a reaper, Dacy knew she had never wronged the demon before. Meaning this was wholly unexpected and suspicious.
Should she just teleport away? Could he track her? Should she even risk trying it? Does Death know that the king wants something from her? Because why else would he grace her with his presence? Daciana was no demon, meaning the woman was useless to him; she only worked for Death. Daciana cursed her unluckiness.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 306
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 16, 2024 18:53:42 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Aug 23, 2023 18:45:55 GMT
They had to be out there, scurrying around the town like ants, doing something that was going to leave the town dripping with the stench of evil. Azazel drew in a deep breath of that fresh morning air like he was trying to find some whiff of it. Sulphur. Hell’s perfume, clinging to every single soul that had broken enough to be allowed to crawl back out of the belly of Hell. The Winchesters had probably been driven half insane trying to catch some hint of it. That questions about where they’d gone, what they were waiting for peppering their brains like rock salt buckshot – stinging, almost impossible to dig out. Oh they were impatient, just like every other human walking this earth, but the time would come soon and they’d get their answers.
Ants wasn’t too far from the truth when it came to Lucifer’s loyal followers. They still flooded the town, trying to find some trace of the former king. Crowley had proven to be wilier than any of them had believed. Somehow he’d remained hidden beneath his rock, only ever emerging enough to prove that he was still around before he vanished again. His days had to be numbered, but that number hadn’t shrunk anywhere near to small enough.
Eyes that glimmered with just a hint of gold scanned the park around him. There were plenty of other things in this town, the sort that would rat the king out with enough pressure. Some had cracked, the memory of the way they had – literally – popped like a dry branch underfoot in his ears. That sound was usually followed by the light going out of their eyes. Eventually one of the hellhounds would show up, slinking into the place, wreathed in flames to scoop up all that was left of the things could have had it far easier, if only they’d been willing to open up without so much pressure. Fools. Every one of them. There was an easy way to go about this, but just like the humans some of them had once been, they insisted on fighting against everything.
The demon’s gaze lingered on a chattering knot of women power walking through the park, shrieking like birds of prey, their painted talons flashing in the air as they talked. If he was to quiet them it would be something else coming to pick them up. The town had its fair share of reapers, just waiting to take the good little boys and girls off to Heaven and the bad ones, well, they’d be his all over again. There’d just be one reaper too scared to bring them down there.
He couldn’t have chosen a better spot if he’d tried. As the women rushed away the reaper’s red curls flashed like a hummingbird's wings amongst the foliage. If it had been wise it would’ve remained invisible. These things were never smart enough though. He could practically feel the power rolling off of her. Tut tut.
Azazel pushed through the bushes that separated them, circling the bench until he was standing before the reaper. The smirk tugged at his lips, a hand raised, fingers wiggling in greeting. At her question, he clucked his tongue. ”You don’t sound pleased to see me? I’m gonna start to get a complex. First the Winchesters, now our little reaper friends. After all the work you’ve been given in this town. It’s downright rude.” The lined face crumpled with disappointment before he laughed.
Travelled that far? Please. His eyes flashed gold – there was no point in hiding it anymore, especially not when they were going to be come such good friends. Azazel tilted his head, studying her before he took a step closer. ”You can give me Crowley to start with. I don’t suppose you’ve been blind to what he’s been doing here. Not when he must have been dropping bodies. How about you let me show you some hospitality … down in hell.” The demon’s hand whipped out, closing around the reaper’s wrist before she could get away. He’d been prepared, of course, he’d have been a fool to try it if not.
As they reached the torture chamber, Azazel shoved the reaper backwards towards the sigil that had been painted on the floor by the last witch he had taken. She had sobbed as she’d done it, believing that he wouldn’t keep his word about letting her out alive afterwards, well, she hadn’t been wrong. ”Where is Crowley? Tell me and you can go back to doing whatever it is Death tells you to. Lie and you’ll go back in parts.” He growled.
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AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Sept 10, 2023 19:20:10 GMT
Currently, Daciana desired solitude for unknown reasons. She lacked the energy and inclination to bother those around her. However, sadly, she did not possess the ability to foresee the future. The park itself was predominantly quiet, which was exactly what she needed at that moment. With closed eyes, she attempted to recollect fragments of her human past, as she had done countless times before. Yet, she continuously failed in this endeavor, which left her endlessly frustrated. She pondered what had caused this sense of something missing, and these thoughts relentlessly occupied her mind without respite. Occasionally, Daciana experienced moments when she almost believed someone was meant to be sitting beside her, to the extent that she would actually glance sideways, only to feel disappointed when she found no one there. Not anymore...? It made her frown. She huffed to herself, pushing away the annoying thoughts and refocusing on her surroundings. Suddenly, she sensed the disturbance of a high-ranking demon, but it was too late. The hairs on her neck stood up. The cold shiver was like a bucket of cold water thrown over her. Azazel appeared before her, causing suspicion to grip her mind. She couldn't understand why he was here in front of her. Didn't he have more important things to do than search for her? Because Dacy saw he was here with intent. Daciana had no idea what he mainly did; it's not something a reaper needed to know, let alone care about. His laugh made her frown, unable to find the amusement in it. She snorted at his words, realizing that having a demon show up at your door was like hell itself. His golden eyes flashed, causing her teeth to grit. "I don't know a cl...-" Before she could say anything else, he grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from teleporting or pulling away. In an instant, the world around them vanished, disorienting her for a short second. After a shove, she found herself unable to leave the spot she had been transported to. As she scanned her surroundings with her poison green eyes, she noticed the problem - a sigil on the floor. "I really don't know, Azazel," she hissed his name through clenched teeth. "Demons always bring trouble, so I make it a point to steer clear of your wretched minions." Avoiding anything related to demons or hell required immense effort, but somehow the reaper managed to succeed. She wasn't the perfect reaper, though. While she remained loyal to Death and fulfilled all the entity's requests, she also pursued her own interests. Her actions were driven by self-interest, only helping others if she stood to gain something from it. Since Crowley was trouble in his own right, the woman had made it her personal mission to stay away from the demon. "Do you have trouble controlling your subjects?" Or has Crowley become the king now? These demons change their leader more frequently than anticipated. "Or perhaps he isn't anymore?" Her head tilted with curiosity. "By staying away from you all, I am also oblivious to any drama occurring here in hell." Witnessing the demon stooping so low as to ask her, it revealed the extent of the drama taking place. "I'm sorry, dear, but you picked the wrong reaper to assist you." She shrugged slightly as she spoke.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 306
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 16, 2024 18:53:42 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Oct 18, 2023 18:31:42 GMT
They tried to hide it – the reaper’s especially – squelching their emotions like their stuffing didn’t burst out of the seams when you squeezed hard enough. Pasting on masks to hide what shone clearly through them. He’d have called it pathetic, but how else did Hell get it’s kicks? They spent thousands of years in that sulphurous little universe tearing humanity apart, forcing it to realise that all of those cheery little emotions didn’t matter in the end. The only thing that would truly set them free was the negative, the nasty, the violent. This reaper had seen just that and yet she still shivered at the sight of him.
Azazel chuckled at the ripple of fear. Few looked at him like that anymore. They didn’t look at the good book in the belief that there truly was a Heaven or Hell for them to end up in. Their tiny minds screamed that they were beyond fairy tales and moral fiction that had been meant to force smaller minds in earlier years to behave themselves. Now it was jail they feared – the soft sort that came with three square meals a day and a soft little bunk to sleep in at night – at worst it was a fine. Money was supposedly God. When it came down to a visitation from Hell it was about as worthless as God himself would have been.
”Liar,” Azazel crooned, grabbing her wrist before she could vanish on him. Only a fool wouldn’t have been prepared for it, reapers were cowards after all, used to only dealing with disembodied souls. The demon’s smile grew as they vanished from the park and ended up in his little hidey hole. Well beyond the rest of the reapers, sealed with the same sort of sigils that had kept the reaper trapped with him in the first place. ”I thought we were friends,” he said with a cluck of his tongue. Well, they’d been something before he’d released her, probably not friends, though, not after all the torture he’d put her through.
He was sure that if the reaper drew in a deep breath she’d still be able to smell her own blood here. They’d grown well acquainted while he’d held her the first time, managing to talk, to share the sort of information he’d wanted. ”Bzzzzzz, wrong.” Azazel hissed the sound out between gritted teeth as he took a step back. ”Crowley’s not just sitting around twiddling his thumbs. He’s dropping bodies around town and somebody’s reaping those souls. Even if you’re not the one picking them up, you know someone who is.” The reaper wasn’t foolish enough to believe that Crowley had any sort of loyalty to Lucifer. The former king was only interested in keeping his spot on the throne, unfortunately that power was stripped from the little weasel now.
Foolishly the reaper was trying to goad him again. She should have learned by now that his temper was short and pain was his favourite way of getting what he wanted. The demon’s hand whipped out again, power lashing out at the fragile little shell the reaper occupied, looking to open up a wound across her gut. ”Don’t tease.” Azazel bit out. ”Crowley’s loyalty is to himself, not to Lucifer. Are you honestly going to use the same excuse he has? I’m living under a rock, I’ve got no part in any of it? Pathetic. You just need to learn how to open up a little. I thought we’d established that the last time. Where are all the bodies dropping?” One greying brow rose as his power whistled through the air again, like a whip whirling around his head, just waiting to strike again when he didn’t get the answer he wanted.
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AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Jan 1, 2024 20:20:34 GMT
The situation was utterly confusing to the red-haired woman. She had been thrust into it without any input or understanding. Daciana couldn't shake the deep-rooted fear that had settled in her bones after encountering Azazel. The female reaper was bewildered by the reaction of her mind and body to the demon's presence, which made her feel uneasy and on edge. Despite this, she was too stubborn to remain silent. The way the king of hell approached her indicated that he had a specific purpose in mind. It was evident in his determined stride towards her. The chamber he led her to filled her with a sense of dread, causing a chilling shiver to run through her veins, much like a wildfire in a forest. His words furrowed her brow, forcing her brain to search for any recollection. However, nothing came to mind. Nevertheless, he felt familiar to her, but not in a positive way. "You don't have any friends, Azazel," she hissed softly. "don't try to be funny. it's not working" The atmosphere hung heavy, mingling with the scent of her own blood. She couldn't recall ever being in this place before, yet her body seemed to tell a different story. She let out a frustrated sigh, her dark grey eyes fixed on him intently. All demons were the same, whether they were the lowest rank or the king of hell. They were all worthless and only brought trouble. That's why she always avoided them. Unfortunately, her efforts seemed to have failed this time. As he made a gesture with his hand, Daciana's muscles tightened. She felt a sudden, intense pain searing into her skin. She closed her eyes tightly, clenching her teeth to suppress a scream. Only a low, agonized grunt managed to escape. Despite the attack, she managed to remain standing, although her legs felt weak and unsteady. She took short, deep breaths, as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Her hands instinctively went to her stomach as warm blood oozed between her fingers and onto the ground. "I don't live under a rock, daemon. I live in a house," she retorted sharply, her words dripping with sass. Daciana responded with a sardonic laugh, mingled with a hint of painful groaning. "Demons and loyalty? Please, spare me the laughter," she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Demons know nothing of loyalty; they only care about themselves and the chaos they create wherever they go."Daciana couldn't comprehend why she was chosen to be here. There were surely others who would have been a better fit, individuals who possessed more knowledge about the happenings on Earth. Numerous reapers reveled in the drama that unfolded among all races, but Dacy despised it. While she enjoyed causing some chaos from time to time, she preferred to steer clear of the demon drama. As he continued speaking, her body tensed. The confusion overshadowed the pain from her unhealed wound. He was deliberately provoking her, yet his words still managed to sow doubt in her mind. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" she exclaimed, her confusion fueling her anger. She despised not knowing, despised the fact that the demon seemed to have some familiarity with her, as if they had crossed paths before. "We haven't met before. I would definitely remember encountering 'the king of hell.' " Although she couldn't recall much from her human past, meeting the king of hell would surely be unforgettable. A meeting that would have been etched into her memory, and yet her body seemed to remember at least something. "What have you done?!" she hissed. The urge to create distance between them was so intense that she almost attempted to step backward, although she knew it was futile as she was trapped within the circle. "How...." As far as she could remember, only reapers are able to erase someone's memory...
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 306
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 16, 2024 18:53:42 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Jan 15, 2024 22:36:35 GMT
Letting go of the reaper’s wrist, Azazel spread his hand on his chest. Lips turned down at the corners, he feigned the sort of hurt his kind was incapable of feeling. Such weakness had been burned out of them as soon as they found themselves downstairs. What made them human torn out of the shell one bloody piece at a time, what was left was too broken to mourn what they’d lost or feel those slings and arrows thrown in their direction.
Those glowing yellow eyes narrowed as he smirked at her, deep carved lines fanning out at their corners. His meat suit had once been a man capable of feeling all those pesky things, including the sort of soft and pathetic joy that would never compare to the ecstasy he’d felt when his plan had finally come to fruition after millennia of trying to free Lucifer. ”And there I was thinking you might be my first. You don’t like my sense of humour, honey? Too bad.” His voice lost its warmth at the muttered words. She was right, he didn’t have friends, he had people who were of use to him and those who weren’t. Only one kind ever survived a trip to this place.
She huffed out a sigh, staring at him like some explanation would come spilling out of him. Wrong. The reaper was the one who was supposed to be talking first, and then he’d have rewarded her for being a good little lackey for Death – a man who wisely kept his nose out of Hell’s business.
Azazel bared his teeth, grinning as she tried to bite back the scream he was trying to tear out of her. A grunt broke through at least, her body fighting against its natural urged to collapse. Like a bird, he tilted his head to watch the blood well between her fingers. ”Why still cling to the idea that you’re human? You stopped being that the moment you started working for Death. This is just a shell, I could peel you out of it, leave you trying to find another.” That sharp edged tongue of hers was still trying to cut, but he just chuckled and twisted his fingers in the air again, pulling on her tongue like he might tear it clear of her mouth. ”That is where you’re wrong. My loyalty has always been to my father. Lucifer is free. Anybody with half a brain will be falling at his feet, including you.” It wasn’t as though many of the reapers were actually loyal to Death. They’d tear each other apart to take his place if they had a chance.
Her body was fighting against his hold, muscles tensing, her face settling into lines of confusion instead of frustration – although that would come soon he imagined. The demon sighed, his eyes rolling as he let go of her tongue, it wasn’t like stilling it was working. ”I obviously cut too deeply into that empty little head of yours the last time,” he said with regret. ”You fought just as hard the last time you were here. Laughing, talking back, all until I stopped it. I gave you a task, I told you to look out for Crowley, but obviously you failed. Do I have to dig through your brain again to find my answers?”
Azazel stepped closer, his golden gaze fixing in the centre of her forehead like he could burn through her skull with a stare alone. Slowly he brought his fingers up and tapped the index and middle against her forehead. ”Where are they all dying? Where are you and your kin collecting the most souls from? You can remember that much at least.” He clucked his tongue like even that might be too much for her to comprehend.
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AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Mar 24, 2024 7:18:31 GMT
Demons were always useless, and it was evident once again in this personal encounter. The King of hell exemplified everything that made her avoid their kind. His smile sent a chill down her spine, like a cold blade cutting through her skin. While she could withstand pain from normal blades, the power of the king was different.
The reaper felt irritated and cautious, knowing things could go south in a matter of seconds. Because of her stubbornness, she couldn't just give in. Plus, she had no information to hide, so lying would only backfire - Lacy didn't even consider it.
His words lacked humor, and the red-haired woman despised his confidence. She detested how he mocked her, laughed at her, and she felt -was- powerless to retaliate. All she could do was accept it.
Warm blood oozed from between her fingers, anger evident in her eyes as she let out a huff. "I'm not thinking it, and I'm certainly not saying it." Her poison green eyes bore into him with hatred. "I just happen to really like this body. It's the red curls, you know," she added sarcastically. Despite her snarky words, she had grown attached to the body.
The idea of loyalty made her chuckle. "You? Maybe. But don't even try to convince me that other demons are as faithful." The concept would have been comical if she wasn't bleeding profusely on the floor. "Demons are only loyal to themselves," she asserted. While he may be loyal to Lucifer, very few demons were like him. The rest were selfish and worthless.
"Oh now you are starting to get funny. Just thinking about being loyal to a Demon makes me cringe. I'm loyal to Death. And to no one else." While she may create some chaos now and then, her loyalty to Death is genuine.
The mention of him cutting deep into her head caused her to freeze. It confirmed that he had indeed touched her before. Her eyes widened at the thought, her teeth grinding together in discomfort. The idea of his touch on her forehead made her skin crawl, leaving her feeling repulsed.
"It seems like you may have gone too far with your actions," she stated calmly, her anger evident in her unwavering tone. "I have no recollection of our supposed weekly meetings." Her words lacked emotion as she continued, "So the responsibility lies with you, Azazel." Saying his name felt bitter on her tongue, like acid. "Perhaps then I could have been of some use. But I honestly can't remember anything." Her uncertainty grew as she had no clue on what he had discussed with her and what secrets remained hidden.
"I have a suspicion that you are merely toying with me," she remarked, wondering why he would seek her assistance. "You are more than capable of handling things on your own. So, Azazel, what is it that you truly desire from me?" She remained in the dark, unsure of his intentions. She knew that the demon was clever enough to answer his own questions, with many others willing to do his bidding just to stay in his favor.
So why!!
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 306
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 16, 2024 18:53:42 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Apr 16, 2024 18:51:26 GMT
The demon sneered at the reaper, amusement over her predicament flickering in his eyes as she glared at him. Did she think that he would end up intimidated by her act? Azazel snorted, using his power to sever one of those red curls so that it floated down through the air like a weather to join her blood on the ground. ”It is nothing but a shell. A home for a creature far too vain. Does your boss put as much stock in looks as you do?” Another puff of power and the red curls stirred as though they were caught in a breeze. Death had never been the type to go for young and pretty, at least he hadn’t the last time he had seen him. The tales of the Grim Reaper that spoke of a tall, gaunt figure had come from somewhere after all.
Unlike demons – the ones of his age at least – the reapers had no true loyalty to their boss. They exchanged eternal life for a leash that was continually yanking them from one body to the next. No freedom, very little chance to rise through the ranks, unless Death himself happened to lose that stick figure he occupied. He, on the other hand, had spent millennia attempting to free his father from the cage.
Azazel took a slow step towards her, golden eyes narrowing down to luminous little slits. ”How little you know about our kind. Perhaps Death should have warned you what waited out here for bad little reapers. You’ve heard the stories of the Yellow Eyed demon have you not? A demon so loyal that he never gave up on freeing Lucifer. You should be glad I’m the one who’s come looking for you and not Lucifer himself.” The warning was delivered in a tight voice. Lucifer would not have toyed with her so long, she would already have been a broken porcelain doll, the shell of her body shattered on the ground, those red curls spread around her.
”It’s you who’s making me laugh,” Azazel huffed. ”You wouldn’t throw him aside in an instant for a chance to be free of his employment?” If she continued the way she was, she would be free of life entirely instead of just Death’s choke chain. Reapers liked to believe they were practically impervious, but he’d already proved he could do plenty of damage without her recalling a moment of it.
The demon’s smile grew as his taunts finally hit hard enough to shake her. She stilled, like he had touched her again now, those fingers of power slipping into her brain to scrape away the memory of their last meeting. Greying brows rose, a laugh barking out as she tried to warn him of the consequences. ”Who says so? You? Do you think you have any choice over this?” Erasing their previous meeting from her mind had been self-preservation. All he needed was her attempting to bring Death himself into things for disturbing the natural order. ”You have memories of what you’ve been doing this. You don’t need to know what happened to you, only what you have seen since.” The words were delivered through gritted teeth. He could go digging through her mind again, it wasn’t as though he had ever shied away from such brutality before.
”Then you’re a bigger fool than I believed,” Azazel said with a huff. He shook his head, drumming his fingers against her forehead again like he could shake sense loose. ”Do you think if I’d been able to find him I would have resulted to a disappointment like you?” Any amusement had drained away, leaving only frustration behind. ”I want you to find him. Trace the bodies he’s dropping. Locate Crowley and you’ll be gifted with your freedom. Do we have a deal, reaper?” It wouldn’t be that easy, even with their robotic kind it never was. Somehow Crowley had been evading Hell for years now, without a change he would keep doing so until someone else, someone braver, took care of the Lucifer problem for him.
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