♱AZRAEL♱

❝I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and became disassembled...❞

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

♱ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 ♱
𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒍

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin already caused trouble. Yet he wasn't yet satisfied. He had a different agenda to take care of.

Flapping his wings, he flew out of the hotel and into the storm. He already knew he had won this round.

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

The downpour was so heavy that to be caught unaware meant being drenched to the bone. Each drop was as large, and they fell like gravity had been turned up a notch. Every person able to run picked up their pace, holding futile hands skyward to fend off the worst of it.
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[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin Azrael stood up with a bit of trouble. Once on his feet, he picked up his staff and turned to leave with a gait. He still managed to catch that Alastor never answered Charlie's questions about the way he left Lucifer. He already knew the answer. He was there.

But he had
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[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin "𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆..."

He thought to himself and slowly sat up, placing his hand to his chest to try and stop the bleeding. But it would be useless. He would need to heal, and that would take time.

❝She deserved to know.❞

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin The Angel of Death hit the ground like a sack of rocks once released. He was injured and weakened, but it was a price to pay for the chaos he created to get the cards to fall in his favor. A low chuckle rose from his throat as he rose to his elbows and knees.
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[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin the spikes that impaled him.

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin mistake. The sudden pain caught Azrael's attention along with the sudden explosion of his golden blood from his mouth, chest, and limbs.

❝Gah!❞

He knew the attack wouldn't kill him. Not permanently, at least. But man was it a bitch. His body stiffened and went limp upon
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[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin With a twirl of the black cross, he leaned himself against it, doing his best to show good behavior. However, Alastor's accusations caused a twitch in his brow.

❝Oh... You mother fucker.❞

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin Black wings flexed and flared in defense.

Of course, as all good things usually do, the thrill ended with the intervening of the Princess. With a huff, he relaxed and withdrew his wings. The scythe retracted back to the staff.

❝Well, Princess. If you put it that way.❞
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[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin ❝Don't start a game you don't intend to finish.❞

[♱AZRAEL♱ @GraveHarbinger]

@PentagramRadio @BlondApplePie @HappiestHazbin of gold stained his porcelain skin, and a stream trickled down his bottom lip.

❝I'm afraid that was your one free shot, Alastor...❞

Azrael's voice darkened with amusement, and he looked up at the Radio Demon, slowly raising to his feet.
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