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He’s not joking. He’s in agony. He’s an addict for dramatics— but Azrael can’t confuse the truth with it. He didn’t want to leave. Not her. Not her of everything he loved. He couldn’t. He wanted to take it back. Lucifer closed his deep sea emeralds before trapping Azrael in hug he knew he couldn’t come back from.

This vessel was collapsing around him.

He could feel it. In the way his vision blurred. The way his body pained him. God may have handed him this vessel as a gesture of love— but he had destroyed it in his self depreciation.

"I have to—"

Dying in this vessel— it was a very real possibility. He had to go out and find a new one. Heal this one in his absence.

     Her feet shifted under her as her mind flickered in and out of the present and the past like a scene from a movie. She didn't react to his arms around her for a few moments because her first instinct was to push him away and hit him a few times but  now seemed like the worst time to push him away.

     Hesitantly, the angel's hands lifted to rest lifeless on her brother's back. One even curled into a fist like she still might hit him then, though she didn't move her arms after that.

     "N--o you don't--? You don't." Azrael insisted. She knew she wouldn't get anywhere by just denying the fact that Lucifer was going to do what he saw fit regardless of how much of a fight she put up.

     She finally pulled away from him a few inches and tilted her head back so she could look at him.

   AKA, proceed with caution.  The archangel isn't exactly puppies and rainbows right now.