Azazel

@natusexcinis when dad tries to throw ur bf off a roof

                                                   “Live…” He finally managed to get out slowly, “I want to live.” 

                     “You’re going to work for me.” 

Thoughts of his own brother flashed through his mind. Killing Stefan had been a decision made to protect lives, even if it damned his soul to Hell. “If I kill someone, it’s not vithout reason. But I don’t get to decide vho lives and vho dies,” he snarled.

     “Do you now? I would have thought that reason doesn’t matter; what is the old saying? Kill or be killed?” A smirk slowly formed across Azazel’s lips, “I don’t have problems with killing ---- I make my own rules and you should be lucky I don’t care too much about killing you for the time being.” 

“You’re not so bad on the eyes yourself.” She said with a light grin.

“Now that sounds fascinating.” The Pantoran said. “I can’t do that, the only thing this means, is the planet I’m from, and I’m…better at handling freezing temperatures than most.” She mused. “I do have abilities though, but I have those for other reasons.”

                   “Other reasons?” The Mutant asked as he moved to poke her in the stomach with his tail, “What are the other reasons then? I would... love to hear them, Daiyu. Who knows..... I might stick around for a while.”

                                            “Do you REALLY want to test that, Azazel? I can take short answers, it’s what I am used to, but you didn’t answer my question: Why are you here?” 

                                                  “Yes, it seems that I do want to test that, Summers. You’re not going to find out why I am here, but....in a few moments? You’re going to be wishing you never saw me.” 

“Who…? Who are you…?”

    “Does it matter?” He asked with an eyebrow lifted as Azazel folded his arms calmly across his chest, “You don’t need to know who I am, but.... you should be careful, Nightcrawler. I don’t need you losing yourself before you’re ready to know everything.”

“Where… are we? I don’t know this part of the forest…”

         “We are quite a ways from where we were before, but when your older? Well, I have a feeling that you can go as far as you like. After-all, you have a gift, and I want to make sure you know how to use it.” 

“Well, we’re identical twins with differing personalities. It’s not like that hasn’t happened before.”

    “Differing? How exactly so?” 

   “What do you WANT, Azazel?” 

   “Can’t I SIMPLY visit an old friend, Abyss? You have been busy.” 

                     “I’m ALSO prone to simply being a jerk at times —– I am told that at least.” He gave a shrug as he took a step closer towards the other, “Again, what do you REALLY want, Azazel?”

                                                  “I’m here to talk, but as I said before; I don’t NEED to give you a reason to be here ----- you should learn to take short answers before someone decides to teleport you to the middle of the ocean, and leave you there.”

                                                  “Do you REALLY want that, Red-skinned wonder?” He asked as he moved to poke Azazel right in the chest, “As I said, PROVE it.” Again, Ky’lar wasn’t EXACTLY being too smart in this situation, but right now? His anger took over his rational senses. 

                                                   “Now, do you want to live or do want to die; Abyss?” 

                         “—– You wouldn’t have SUMMONED me here if you didn’t want to make a deal.” 

                            “What exactly are you?” 

   “The question you have to ask yourself is simple; does it matter?” Azazel asked as his arms folded across his chest, “Does it really matter?”