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Post by Tuyet on Jun 4, 2007 22:34:04 GMT -5
Azrael has spent the time since being dropped off in the Abyss in a daze, though slowly he is regaining his sense of self, not to mention control. Though the "shade" still compelled him at times to behave more roughly than he would like, and say things he had little wish to, Azrael is now fully aware, even though not fully in control.
"What has happened to me, and why?" he thinks. "It's not as strong now as before, but I can still only control my actions so rarely... This is no place for an angel, and my duties must be returned to."
Through one of the more abandoned and darker areas of the Abyss, the captured angel continues to walk alone. Perhaps out of the desire to remain in possession of a host, the shade forced him to stay away from areas of higher population of demons; that is one order that Azrael is willing to follow- he can see that obeying is the only other choice than suicide.
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Post by Alethia on Jun 4, 2007 22:56:54 GMT -5
Demetria's voice rang in a shrill command off somewhere in the Abyss. Her newfound power gave her newfound hollering abilities. Though at this distance it wasn't clear what she said, soon some demons took to the air and spread out, one heading his general direction, all of them calling for him.
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 4, 2007 23:32:42 GMT -5
Hearing the demon calling for him, Azrael's wings flare involuntarily, a response which the shade was unable to suppress. He stops walking and turns around, only half-willingly calling out, "Who's there?"
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Post by Alethia on Jun 5, 2007 2:46:23 GMT -5
The demon, hearing his voice, comes and lands lightly. "Queen Demetria demands your presence," he growled in a rough voice. "Come with me." Not waiting, the demon took off into the sky again.
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 5, 2007 15:55:02 GMT -5
The angel tries to keep still, but finds that he cannot help following. He spreads his own wings, and keeps pace with the demon, even if keeping the greatest distance that wouldn't cause questions to be asked between himself and the other.
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Post by Alethia on Jun 6, 2007 15:04:08 GMT -5
The demon leads Azrael right to Demetria; the demon-queen was currently curled up on her dark throne, allowing some servants to fuss over her. She lay curled up under her wings, looking half drowsy and very contented. "I have a job for you, Azrael," the demoness purred, her voice like silk sheets in the dark.
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 6, 2007 19:53:30 GMT -5
The angel of transition frowns deeply; he does not want to work for a demon. However, he can almost feel the question of what he needs to do making it's way from thought, and bites his lip until it bleeds to try to remain silent. For a few moments, Azrael struggles for control, but finds himself ceasing to bite his lip, and asking, "What do you need?"
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Post by Alethia on Jun 8, 2007 18:06:55 GMT -5
"Keep a friend of mine company," Demetria crooned. "Her name is Hel and she gets awfully lonely. I'd like it if you could cheer her up." Her eyes glittered darkly, mischievously. "Bring some warmth to her. You are not who I intended to send, but until I can deliver my heirs, I'm not in much condition to be chasing my optimal prey. You'll suffice until I can resume my plan. You're to stay with Hel until I say otherwise."
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 8, 2007 19:57:53 GMT -5
"Yes, ma'am... Where is she?" Azrael replies through clenched teeth. "Though the title 'ma'am' hardly suites someone who resembles nothing more than a female Rosier..."
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Post by Alethia on Jun 10, 2007 0:26:59 GMT -5
"In Asgard," Demetria remarked. "Pick up some of the Hel cake at the door before you go down. If you are stopped, say simply that I sent you to Hel. If they give you trouble, that's Hel's problem not mine."
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 14, 2007 20:34:41 GMT -5
The angel merely nods and departs as soon as Demetria answers. He has no desire to spend any longer in her presence than he has to.
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