September 4, 2007

• Beginings chapter 2

  

  *wave* Hi. Here's chapter two! Because I forgot to post it here...Yah yah yah. You'll get over it eventually. Or else. ^_^ Enjoy.

  
  Beginings: Chapter Two Sara's chapter

  Azazel stared at his reflection in the full length mirror, trying to ignore the scar forming along his torso. With a sigh, he tired his hair into a ponytail and let it flop down between his wings. Another glance at the bed and he was almost prepared to dress in the robes strewn about on the blanket.
   
  His smaller wounds had healed during the night, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation if he stretched a muscle incorrectly. Resting had also healed his fiery spirit, and he was ready to escape. If Kaggren thought he would join the Fallen ranks so easily, the man had another thing coming.
   
  He sneered before turning on his heel and picking up the robes. They were dark red in color, with burgundy trim, which led him to believe they knew his element. This hardly mattered, of course. Even if they did know what he specialized in, explosives were hard to escape.
   
  His sneer grew into a full-fledged grin. Once he escaped Hell, he would return to Heaven and destroy the city. Michael would pay; Azazel would have his revenge.

  The blonde paused at this. Where would he go afterward? He couldn’t very well live on Earth with the humans. Before the thought was completed, Azazel realized he could live with the humans. He had done so before, after all.
   
  Having reached a decision, he tied the robes closed. They weren’t billowy, like he was used to, but tight so he wouldn’t trip during training. As if he would actually go through with Kaggren’s plans.
   
  Thankfully, the Fallen had put his personal belongings in the room. They lay in a haphazard pile, in the corner, but everything seemed to be there. The former angel picked up a vial carefully, not daring to shake the contents. He smiled; the seal had not been broken, so the accelerant wasn’t contaminated. Thick fumes burst from the vial when he pulled out the stopper, leaving a sickly taste in the back of his throat. To the Fallen, the colorless liquid would smell like water, even while it burned their lungs. Azazel, however, had a better use for it.
   
  He dug around, pulling out four small bombshells and breaking them in halves. They were small enough to be simple marbles, but he was slightly surprised the Fallen hadn’t taken them. Perhaps he was giving the race too much credit.
   
  Gunpowder would have been difficult to sneak in, assuming, of course, it didn’t blow him up when he fell. Creating the explosive dust was a simple task, however, and with a wave of his hand, a swirling mist appeared. He flicked his wrist and it fell, filling the shells with equal amounts. The accelerant was added next, carefully to avoid spilling it on his robes. It wouldn’t be good to catch fire as well. He would survive, of course, but it was an unnecessary problem. The shells were sealed again with a durable wax, one which allowed air to pass through, but nothing else.
   
  His task complete, Azazel stood and dusted himself off. He placed the bombs carefully in a pocket before leaving the room.
   
  “Finally,” Vlad muttered, pushing himself from the wall. “It took you long enough.”
   
  Even with his hatred, Azazel had the decency to bite back his comment. He didn’t hate the Fallen, necessarily, but if a few were killed in his escape, it wouldn’t be terribly upsetting.
   
  They stood in silence for a moment before Vlad rolled his eyes and started down the hall. “Try to keep up,” he growled.
   
  - -
   
  Guards stood on either side of the throne, clearly wary of him. Kaggren refused to restrain, or even ward, him. Obviously, he didn’t see the blonde as a threat.

  Azazel kept his face impassive and his true emotions at bay, lest there be an empath somewhere in the room. He fiddled with the bombs, confident they wouldn’t detonate until he willed them to do so.
   
  “Good to see you’re healing quickly,” Kaggren said, leaning forward. “This will be useful in the future.” He paused. “As I told you yesterday, your training begins today.”
   
  The blonde stiffened slightly, but waited patiently.
   
  “I’ve decided Vlad will be your instructor.”
   
  Beside the king, Vlad let out a muffled exclamation of protest, but it went unheeded. He had hoped the task would be assigned to Yasou. Azazel smiled slightly at him before returning his attention to the throne. The king began to explain what ‘training’ consisted of, but he never got a word out.
   
  Quicker than anyone had expected, Azazel tossed a bomb toward Kaggren. He dropped a second at his feet moments after the explosion and ran from the room. The two guards at the door were easy to slip between. His second bomb exploded, shaking the walls of the labyrinth city, but he was already down the corridor.
   
  - -
   
  Without thinking, Vlad dove in front of Kaggren. The explosive detonated before it was close enough to kill and he realized, even as pain shot across his body, the bomb was meant to be a diversion.
   
  He clutched his arm, watching numbly as blood flowed over his fingers to drip on the floor. His sleeve had disintegrated from the burst of heat, but he had been on the outer edges so the rest of his robes were simply scorched. More concerning was the flesh. What hadn’t been torn away was sizzling and burned.
   
  He was sure his leg was just as bad, but there were more important things to worry about. A second explosion resounded in the room, knocking pieces from the ceiling and walls. Fallen were crushed beneath the stones, while others were incinerated on the spot.
   
  Vlad looked around, blinking the blood from his right eye, searching for the cause of this devastation. Not surprisingly, the blonde was nowhere to be seen. With a growl, he gave chase. After all, he knew more about the city than his prey. It would be an easy catch, even in his condition.
   
  He slipped on a pool of blood in the doorway, but managed to keep his footing for the most part. “When I get my hands on you…” he muttered, skidding around a corner, “you are going to pay.”
   
  - -
   
  He had found the portal. Azazel’s feet hardly touched the ground as he ran toward the swirling bluish energy. He would get to Earth through here. From Earth, creating a portal to Heaven would be easy.
   
  His fingers brushed the doorway, before he was thrown to the ground. Above his head, the portal snapped closed.
   
  - -
   
  Catching up to the blonde was harder than he had expected, but he wasn’t worried. The pain had ebbed away and, whether it was from numbness or his anger, didn’t matter. After turning down a fifth side street, he saw the escapee.

  He lunged toward Azazel just as the blonde’s body began to leave the plane and they both fell to the ground. Vlad thoroughly enjoyed the sickening thump when his prey’s head fit the floor.
   
  He pulled himself up, holding the smaller Fallen’s robes in one hand, and dragged Azazel through the streets back to the palace.

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