THE SCAPEGOAT

“Right, that guy.” Harvey’s typically doe eyed look narrows at the correct pronunciation of this supposed prince of hell’s name. Where do all these titles come from anyway? It makes sense Sabrina is the queen of hell since she is Lucifer’s daughter, but everyone else? Are they just giving out titles down there?  

‘Suitor for the throne’ was a phrase that made Harvey uneasy, more so the “suitor” part. He doesn’t like the way the tall blonde looks at Sabrina, like he is going to eat her for dessert or something. Perhaps Azazel is privy to his distress since it’s where the conversation steers. 

“Threatened?” Harvey scoffs from where he now leans against the wall to appear casual. “Why would I feel threatened? It’s not like we’re trying to date the same girl and if he tried anything on Roz I’d follow up on that threat of kicking his ass.” 

“------Don’t fret Kinkle,” Azazel quirks a brow, seeing how the human boy was beginning to feel worrisome, “It’s all an act. The talking boulder is only playing mind games in order to distract Sabrina from her winning the throne.” But the witch is a smart girl young woman, clever than most people actually. The demon takes a seat, arms crossing his arms. Is the ego of young men these days tested when another appears to be a threat these days? Well, in this case... the other male is a rock. A walking, talking, oversized pebble the demon could demolish with a snap of the finger. Once again, if he could. “I plan to use that beach blonde hair as a mop, if that makes you happy.” He adds in casually. The demon huffs and remains quiet for a moment, “I only ask, because... you’re using your current feelings about Rosalind to negate your past ones with Sabrina.” Azazel leans forward, twiddling his thumbs. “It’s none of my concern, obviously.” But Harvey Kinkle is speaking to a DEMON, and prying on true emotions is their greatest past time.

She isn’t the FIRST to crowd around him. In fact she SEES the grouping of people long before she hears his low and almost SULTRY voice. Interested in what was going on though, the dark haired witch inched around the outskirts of his gathering and lent against one of the many pillars of the Academy. Eyes blinked SLOWLY as she listened to his singing and gently, she swayed to the words. CAPTIVATED. Though she held most of her reaction inside - couldn’t ever show her peers her FULL hand could she? She’d allow a SMILE however, as the crowd began to clap for him, and she too joined in, with soft gentle joinings of her hand. Barely a SOUND escaped the connection, but her eyes caught with his and her smile GREW. How lovely the song had been, and how appropriate a choice it was. 

The demon didn't mean to pick up the guitar and start playing. It was interesting to find one laying around the Academy and sing in a dark, slow tone. He wasn't a bard, but he definitely knew how to draw a small crowd around him, even if it wasn't intended.

“Uhm. They let me stay past midnight.“ And the place is practically his, so he can stay as long as he wants. Archie knows he doesn’t have to give any explanations. Everyone knew Archie around town, and they all agree, he wouldn’t even dare to cause trouble on purpose. Even known his history, but ever since his father died, Archie just have a pile of emotions inside he needs to let loose and apparently, hitting a bag a thousand times every night was good material.

The young quarterback comes down from the ring, taking a towel to his face before dropping it easily to his shoulder. “It’s fine, man. I know the alarm too and I never forget to put it on.” Never mind he never heard of this man. But, knowing Archie, he probably didn’t notice so he dismisses the whole thing. “I didn’t know someone was coming by.” And the ginger boy offers a gentle frown before offering his hand, ever the polite young man. “I’m Archie. Archie Andrews. I don’t recall seeing you around.”

andy vc: ur not my *air quotes* -----daddy

"How do you punish your pet rock?" Azazel asks bluntly at the Kings of Hell --- only to be given a crowd of silence. Of course Azazel isn’t fond that these imbeciles conjured a Golem to take the throne from his mother, and yes, Sabrina-- the true heir to this forsaken decorative furniture to replace Lucifer as Ruler of Hell. Nevertheless, as Spellman’s acquaintance FRIEND, and Secondary Adviser-- he’s not going to pass up the moment to use some human-level humor to his advantage.

👿 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .                  accepting ; “The only person you’re going to scare, is yourself.” ; scapegxate

“ＷＨＯ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ?“ and it’s not in archie andrews nature to call back or be rude. no. his father taught him well, archie was a young man from a small town who haven’t even learned a cuss word until he was fifteen. this young man, who spoke to him like most of the adults in his life, rubbed him the wrong way. the center is closed off, after hours, and he is practicing his boxing when the other comes through, ragged breath as the ginger young man looks up. “I’m sorry man, but the place is closed. and I didn’t ask you.“