“Not a problem at all love, I’ve been saving this…. specially for them.” Az;’s eyes flashed again in warning as he murmured his threat for John’s ears only, following him onto the property. He had been stuck on his leash long enough and now he was finally able to cut loose and stretch his wings, so to speak anyway. And he was itching to use all this pent up energy on the cowards who had foolishly ambushed him before.
He was so confident in his abilities at the moment that the sight of the opening door didn’t even phase him, he just followed right in without so much as a question as to why this was so easy. “Come on out gentlemen, your prayers have been answered.” he called into the house, his host’s accent causing each word to trail a bit slower from his lips as the threat left them.
A wicked smirk appeared on John’s lips at Asmodel’s warning. If the flash of power was any indication of what was to come, John was glad he didn’t sit this fight out.
After their greetings, the house sat eerily silent for a moment. Dark and empty like no one was home. John knew better though - Nick had always seemed to have a flare for the dramatic - and didn’t even flinch when the door slammed closed behind them and bolted locked.
“Asmodel.” the voice of their ‘host’ rang out in a false mockery of a seductive welcome. John’s eyes turned upward to the top of the staircase where Nick lazily leaned against the banister, looking down on them with an air of arrogance. “Pleasure to finally meet you in person... so to speak. Hope my friends weren’t too rough with you last encounter. They tend to be a bit... forceful.”
“Piss off, Nick. Enough with the false pleasantries, you tosser. Give us back what is rightfully ours.” John barked in harsh contrast to Nick’s smooth tone. His face taught and jaw clenched, ready for a fight. His fingers twitched, itching to make the first move, but he had learned from his mistake last time. He knew the serpent had been planning this encounter.
“Sit down, Johnny.” Any smoothness to his voice vanished with the command as he held out a hand and flicked his wrist, sending John backward into a high backed chair in what looked to be a formal parlor. “Let the grown ups talk.”
John squirmed fruitlessly against the invisible bonds that held him in the chair, scowling as the older man descended the stairs and approached Az. “Asmodel...” Nick continued, transitioning back to a low purr. “I’ve heard so much about you, your fall, your rise in Hell... I find it really inspiring.”