#prxvxil

 “Oh, its you.” overlord, whatever. Abel is merely someone [what was his real name again...did he get lost in that identity?] who pushed humanity into a fight with something that most people, loved. His parents, what he remembered, were avid prayers. 

▩ - Trapped underground

Azazel loved mortals, truly he did. He loved their passions and their humanity and their flaws. And, well, sometimes their flaws were more glaringly obvious than others. He supposed that’s how he ended up here, after all. 

He liked it when humans panicked. It showed them at their truest selves when they were too scared or preoccupied to keep up and pretenses they otherwise might have. The demon always frequented Assiah more in times of crisis for this reason. 

That’s why the white-haired man allowed himself to be swept away with the crowd into this underground panic shelter even though he had no idea what crisis they were taking shelter from. Not to mention the fact that no matter what it was he’d likely be unaffected. Every person he saw was scrambling and shoving people around them to get down into the shelter, and Azazel just let himself be jostled along with them.

He’d really only just made it down into the shelter proper, marveling at the number of people packed inside, when he heard it. A cracking, rumbling sort of noise from the entrance. The demon, along with many others, spun around just in time to watch the opening collapse effectively sealing them into the underground.

Well, he could leave at any time. He’d need only pop back to Gehenna and re-enter Assiah else were. But, maybe it would be fun to see how people would react in this situation that just went from bad to worse. He turned to the person closest to him and offered a faint shrug.

Being here reminds him of his first night in the lockdown. Too bad he’s alone and not with his friends, but maybe it’s not needed considering no demons should be roaming around here now. Still, he finds himself on edge as he wonders about the place.  

Still, he looks around the place hoping the rumors are rumors. If demons are getting out of control again it should be up to him to put them back in place. He turns around as he hears a twig snap. “Hello? Is someone there?”

“Yes. I’m here!”

The voice was cheery but distant - not in volume, but tone. As if she was there physically, but not so much mentally. She had just... woken up in the cemetery after experiencing another of the Moon Goddess’s visions.  She was scratched up, her clothes torn and dirty, but she still smiled as happily as she could. 

I’m sorry but,,,,,, I don’t think he’s good enough to be a Leo