Azrael
“You’re not going to get away with this, my lord. Some rules must be followed,”
He was standing next to the stone structure fireplace, the fire shining in his dark blue eyes and sharpening the red flexes in them. As Azrael heard the man standing behind him, a messenger of the Lord of Fate, his jaw stiffened. He understands what he is meant to do and what he must do.
“You are also endangering the existence of a soul if you do not give her to Realm of Light.”
“She’d be trapped in a shadowed realm when it is time for her absolution,” he continues.
Azrael’s quiet, his nearly suffocating rage, chills the air itself. The messenger felt a chill creep up his spine; he was not cold, but something was shifting. The Lord of the Death was changing, and with it came chaos.
Azrael could only think about her.
How she altered the very essence of his being, He reflected darkly on one moment of weakness that changed everything…everything.
“You must reap her,” he urged.
Reap her, reap her that he went for today. End all of this…. but what transpired was not what he had planned. Natasha’s warm lips burnt his lips, and her fragrance almost made him lose his senses. He forgot what was at stake briefly, and he couldn’t recall his identity.
She stopped him once more. Azrael always steps forward to do what he is intended to do. But he always stops in his tracks. He has no idea what it is about her that makes him unwilling to take her. Azrael has no idea what occurs when she looks at him with those eyes when she gets close and asks to see him when she….. ugh! He clenches his fist. Azrael’s body tensed just thinking about her. She was causing him to doubt everything.
“If you cannot, we must find someone else who can.”
He moved with lightning speed when he heard this. Soon, the messenger’s feet were off the ground, and Azrael’s grip on his throat was so firm that if he pressed any harder, he would turn the messenger to dust.
Azrael’s eyes filled with pure rage.
“My lord, I am not the enemy here; I am here to carry out the Lord of Fate’s orders…but” Dmitri was struggling. “There will be retribution,”
“If anyone gets close to her,” Azrael growled between his clenched teeth, “and I mean anyone, they will fade into nothing,” he said before releasing him.
He has no idea what is happening to him, but if anyone has to take her, it will be….. him. He walked out of the room determined. Nothing can stop him this time.
Natasha
She threw the half-eaten lunch out, unable to force it down her throat. Her birthday is tomorrow. Jody insists they go out; by some miracle, they have the day off on Sunday; perhaps she should make an excuse. With these empty pits in her stomach, she can’t stand the rustling and hustling of a day out.
She leaned back in her bed.
“Where have you gone?” Please, please, where are you? she squeezes her eyelids shut, his odd red-blue eyes playing behind hers. It’s too much for me.”
“Do not fret, my darling” When she heard a sinister voice behind her, she whirled quickly.
Waiting with wide eyes, thinking that her dream had finally become a reality, but…Terror set in as the man removed his hood; it was not him. He was paler, and his eyes were as dark as night and unyielding as stone.
“Who are you?” she asked, attempting to keep her voice from shaking.
“I am here to take you, you have overstayed your welcome on this earth,” His hand reached out to her, and she jumped back in fear. Her throat constricted, and she couldn’t scream or make any noise.
The man’s palm shot out, and a blast of blistering heat slammed into her face, creating a wall of flames in front of her. She shielded her eyes, and that’s when she heard.
“Leave her,” he said. When she opened her eyes, her room was on fire, but he shielded her, and she looked over his shoulder. The strange man’s cold black eyes were visible to her.
“It is time, Azrael,” the man remarked, and she recognized his name. She had no idea how, but she knew. He snatched her wrist and drew her behind him. She felt a chill run down her spine when she noticed the stranger across Azrael’s shoulder.
“It is my responsibility and has nothing to do with you.” “What exactly are you doing here, Sahir?”
Sahir smirks.
“You forget that if you do not take a soul on time, it belongs to me and the land of the lost soul.”
Their words rang in her ears; they were close, but their voices felt so far away, and yet she could hear everything correctly, despite the ringing in her ears, and her knees buckled. The flames had engulfed her, but she shuddered. He owns the soul, as does hell, hell.
Do you truly want to know who I am?
“Yes,”
“Death,”
This is what he meant when he said he is death.
“She’s overstayed her welcome in the living world,” Sahir growled at him.
“You are messing with the rules of life and death; you cannot modify them, and if you do, you are cursed; the punishment alone will be your demise,” Sahir continued to insult him. She coughs, her lungs burn, and her vision blurs.
“You can’t keep her much longer,”
“Just leave her alone!” Before everything turned black, she heard Azrael roar and a crash.