H O U N D O F D E A T H

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He looked at her, a sigh of relief crossed his lips as he grabbed another ciggarette “Follow me i know a nice place” in all honesty this meeting wasent important not to him, he owned one of the best security frims, it dident take long to realise that he was alot better at what did than most realised “You smoke?” he said propping open the box top “Take one if you do” he said placing his satchel over his shoulder. She might not be a werewolf he dident get that sense from her, but she was angry, angry at the world and so was he, the injustice he had faced for many years she probably faced too “Look i saw you look at me when i muttered under my breath” He wasent afraid to mention such reactions, he was a werewolf sensing and seeing such things came natural. He spotted the little coffee shop “its just over there”He said gesturing her to go before him “Ladies first” he said lighting his ciggarette. 

Alexio wasent an asshole, he did care for people especially those who were burdened with the exasperation of dealings with Le’nefer he had spent many years there himself and the thought of even having to look at the place made him sick! He breathed in as he closed his eyes “Ok I’ve clearly knocked a nerve for that I will apologise I’m sorry I should have watched where i was going” people never really knew how to take him, most of the time he was closed off and for good reason being a slave had damaged him, he wanted to try and save some of them for the most part.

He bowed his head “if only you knew…” he muttered “look let me buy you a coffee to apologise to hell with this stupid meeting” he said dusting himself self off.

Originally posted by moonoftaurus

Mathias looked up at the man eyes wide, innocence was this angels worst trait “yea bit of a long stretch really but I suppsose I never did find my brother” he said with another wiry smile, Raz had been missing for the better part of 20 years, no angel just disapeers. He laughed a little “You could say that being locked up feels like my wings have been clipped” he said He dragged over his black jogging bottoms and his vest top, the scars that adorned his pale skin where a testament to how self-reliant and resilient he was, he dident get to be a warrior angel with out having the back bone and sheer force of will to back it up.  

He shoved his vest top on and pulled it down just so it met the top of his joggers. For an angel he was quite lean, He looked a little shocked when chance said he was letting him out “I can have some freedom?” he hadent really been allowed any freedom in weeks, but he was greatful all the same “Thank you” he said shyly as he twiddled with his hands, there was something about chance, something he wanted to get to know.

When the guard opened the gate to his cell, he felt the wings beneath his skin flex. He smiled a little stretching out his arms, He could honestly hug chance. That cell was becoming a hell hole. He looked at chance as he ran his hand through his hair, turning away for a slight second. He followed closely behind chance, it had been a while since his legs had moved in a human way so they hurt a little.

He pondered as chance asked him a question, it was good question “I mean being here isent great but meeting people, hearing there stories, there solace, there heartbreak I try and help everyone who comes through these doors as a slave, help them survive the trials that they are about to face” he said looking “a guardian angel one could say” he said running his hands over his arms looking at chance biting his lip “I was once a warrior angel that sorta thing never leaves you always the arm that protects the weak” he said gripping hold of his arm, the only time he walked these halls was when he was claimed even if that was for a night, it was experince he dident like but it served a purpose and being with chance lifted his spirits to no end.

“You two got separated I take it?” His eyes watched the boy dress, marks visible but no attempt to hide them. Chance took it as a sign of a certain proud feeling over them. A sign he was strong and didn’t just back down. “Can’t say I know the feeling, but I can assume it’s like locking the wolf side of a werewolf up.” Which no wolf or really any shifting type enjoyed. 

Nodding and letting out a light laugh Chance nodded. “Yes you can. I’m about to take a break shortly so you can tag along.” Plus Chance wanted the company. If the male was lucky and good Chance would keep him out longer. The wolf actually found the boy to be…. a good choice to have around. His toned body was one thing the master did notice. He kept his ears open as Mathias spoke. The boy spoke so wonderfully about those who came in and out of the cells. It had the wolf wondering why no one had taken the other. 

As Mathias looked up at chance, his internal monologe was doing over time, chance had shown him kindness and he dident get that very often, the angel had been there for 30 years and in those years some things had happened to shape him into the angel he was now, not all good not all bad but still bad enough to change him . “Well he fell after refused to follow an order of god, hence how i ended up  here looking for him and got imprisoned for 30 years” it was a shallow way to say it, but it was the truth. He smiled “your analogy is correct all though id imagine that would be worse for a werewolf” he said with a slight flush to his cheeks.

As he walked with chance, he kept step with the other, he was happy for the first time in a long time, there was somthing about chance that made him internally act like a small child, the happiness and the emotions of being let out his cage ha made him a little giddy.  The people who had come in and out of Le’nefr were like family to him and the ones hadent left by there own choice he missed dearly.

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He rolled his eyes and stiffled his response, Sameal was one of the only people in this place could get to him, he really was right now, he slightly laugh “One can dream though right? or are they the masters intellectual property too?” he spat back at the other, fire in his eyes, honestly he was 2 steps away from going full psycho “I suppose youd know all about taking dreams… How is Raz these days Or did he check out on you too?” he was now spitting venom, he hadent been this angry in years and now it was all bubbling to the surface,.

Was this what the other wanted, he dident know but the angel inside of him was yearning for a fight “Sameal the fact that you have to come in here and show the world that your above the rest of us just goes to show how bitter and twisted you really are.. teh fact you have to have power and abuse it speaks volumes” he said walking up to the bars “Ive been in here 30 years and when i get out your the first im coming for make no mistake” he spat with eyes alight with a holy fire. 

“Boy… you are too dumb to have intellectual anything…”. The side of his lip rose as the other brought Raz into the conversation. It always ended up like that, the slave angel always so sour about his brother, but it wasn’t the master’s fault that Raz had the sense to listen to the older angel, while this wast of space just stood there, twisting his nose like he had a constant bad smell on it. “He is fine… thanks for asking.” was all that Samael said, knowing damn well how  Mathias was going to react to it. And let’s face it, watching how pointless the slaves arguments were, was quite entertaining. 

Samael laughed as he was called bitter and twisted. “Oh… How kind of you.“ He knew none of the worst had been meant as a complement, but if the other was aiming to insulting him he had to do better than twisted, since the Master knew damn well he how twisted he was and took great pride in that. “Shut up you cunt… No one has found a use for you in the last 30 years…” the little threat was pathetic at its best “Don’t hold your breath that someone would take an interest in you.”

Mathias dident like how sameal spoke, but that was mearly because the young angel dident have the patience. He laughed a little at what the other had to sat running his hands through is hair, as he locked eyes with sameal “Well being locked behind these bars do sent help” he said quipping back, 30 years of seritude had earned him this. Even when he was with micheal he had never felt like this, so broken so destroyed.

Mathias's face dropped when the other confirmed what he had thought, he now remained silent. Fearing poking this bear would earn him a truth he'd rather not bare. Raz had always been a free bird, but when he disapeered it never really sat well hence how he had ended up in this hell hole.

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Mathias was never impolite it was not in the angels nature, hi brown locks were tottally askew “Well for an angel of god my version of hell is this” he said laughing a little to hard “ive been here thrirty years there isent anything these guys havent done to me” he said under hooded eyes as he looked to the other. 

Thirty years. That was quite a number and it made her eyebrows pull together in clear thought. “Well– either way…. It never hurts to be cautious, right?” She asked before humming. “Do you want to go get a coffee with me?”

Mathias looked around to hear the voice of another angel, the angel sameal. The young angel didn’t really like him, then again was he supposed to “Oh Sameal do you really have to come in here and ruin what could have been a good day..” he said slightly laughing “or have you always been gods stick in the mud?” He had a particular hate for this angel, he made no effort to disquiet that hatred either, 30 years he had been here! even before this mathias’s distaste for sameal was present “Are you gonna stand there outside of my cell or are you gonna move along cause id rather not have to look at you when I get changed?” He spat now looking directly at the other 

Samael laughed as well, not that he had found anything coming out of the other’s mouth to be funny in any way. “Do you really think you are entitled to anything good in this place?” or anywhere else for that matter. The boy was just useless, as he had always been, at least from where the master was standing, and now, even as a slave, he was just taking up space. Samael wondered why haven’t they just killed him already, maybe he should do it and save everyone the trouble.  

The older angel leaned into the bars of the cell, crossing his arms across his chest, looking the other up and down. 

He rolled his eyes and stiffled his response, Sameal was one of the only people in this place could get to him, he really was right now, he slightly laugh “One can dream though right? or are they the masters intellectual property too?” he spat back at the other, fire in his eyes, honestly he was 2 steps away from going full psycho “I suppose youd know all about taking dreams... How is Raz these days Or did he check out on you too?” he was now spitting venom, he hadent been this angry in years and now it was all bubbling to the surface,.

Mathias really tried to not roll his eyes, the angel was a sarcastic ass hat at the best of times. Instead of being rude, he turned to face the man in question. Now Being that Mathias was a man of taste, the man was really good looking, so it took a few minutes for his brain to be able to process what the hell was going on.He Cleared his throat and now looked down running his hand through his hair “Funny thing this place is hell” he said with a slight smirk, the old playful mathias coming out just a little, enough for him to smile or atleast pretend to smile.

He laughed  a dark laugh “You want the figurative answer to that or the truth” he said nervously scratching at his arm, That was the way you know you were getting to mathias in one way or another “In shirt ive been here for 30 years” he said digging his nails into the flesh of his arm, not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind him of the pain he’ been through in the last 30 years. That sorta shit stayed with him, every night nightmares plagued his brain,there was no escaping his thoughts when all he could do was drown in them, locked in a cell with no way to contact raz or heaven.  

Jaxon only laughed to himself, it was always fun to watch slave angels squirm and try to act big and bad when they were behind bars. More especially when they called Thorn Haven, hell. What he wanted to say, but didn’t, was that they wouldn’t know they were in hell if Satan himself came out and slapped them with his dick. Still, he kept that to himself and only watch the other crave into his arm with his own nails. A nervous tick perhaps? 

Mathias dident move at the sound of the mans laugh, he wasent really in the mood, but hey he was the one stuck behind bars in place for entertainment of others. His arm was getting clawed at preety bad, this had been a nervous tick the young angel had developed when raz went missing all those years ago, he looked darkley at the other “Tell me vampire do you know what hell is like?” he said with a quirk to his lips. 

wish id never woke up

Mathias had been up a grand total of 10 minute and he was allready regretting opening his eyes, rubbing his eyes he rolled over “Another day in hell” he muttered to him self as he looked around, he had been a slave in thorn haven for 30 years now, every day seemed the same, it wasent getting easier. He was cut off from heaven and had very limited acess to his powers, if at all. The sun was shining in on him but it still felt cold inside of his cell. The cold stuck with him, ever since he’d entered this place and it was only getting worse. 

Samael wasn’t sure why he had taken him this long to make his way to the young one’s cell. He had been busy, true, and he had better things to do with his time, also true. But this had become a rite of passage each time he came back to thorn haven. It had started as a joke, almost a dare, but as his comings and goings had become more frequent it had become a tradition. 

Part of him had hopped to find the cell finally empty and the angel gone. But he knew better than to wish the boy had gotten some sense into his head.