September 4, 2007

• Beginings chapter 3

  

  *sheepishly* Here's Chapter three. Last update of the day unless Sara has her chapter. So enjoy? And again, don't mind the shittyness. Because the computer died on me halfway through and if I wasn't using Google Documents, someone would have died.

  
  Beginings Chapter 3 Crystal's (my) chapter

  This had to be someone's idea of a really bad joke, because once again, Azazel found himself bound, gagged, and in the presence of a high ranked figure. Whatever happened to him now, it most likely wouldn't be a good thing, after all, after Hell came Oblivion, and there complete destruction of his very existence and soul. Either way, he was sure that would come at one time or another, depending when he pissed the ruler of Oblivion off enough. He seemed to be good at that recently, even if Heaven was nothing except having a sister who was more evil then Lucifer himself before the Fall.

  "Now that my throne room is in shambles," Kaggren began, keeping his voice calm despite the urge to yell at the new Fallen. "We can perhaps act more civil? After all, some of my elite are dead and my best assassin is injured and bed ridden. I must admit, Azazel, you have done very well, better then I expected you to do in all actuality, however, for what you have done, you must be held accountable."

  Yasuo stepped forward, bowing, gears turning in his mind as he smiled wickedly. "Lord Kaggren, I have a proposition."

  Kaggren lifted an eye at his second best assassin, and decided to hear it. After all, the tall, mostly silent around him, Fallen sometimes had good ideas. "You may speak."

  "I suggest that I may be put in charge of his punishment. After all, Vlad is my best friend and it irks me that he can only mope around in bed," Yasuo said, dark green eyes sparkling and short gray hair giving him an aura worthy of his status.

  Looking at Azazel and back at Yasuo, Kaggren decided to let it go, much to Azazel's dismay. He wasn't escaping to Oblivion? He had to stay here in Hell and with this Fallen dealing out his punishment?!? What level of Hell did Michael send him to anyway? The bottom? Because his luck just seemed to have been running low of late and this wasn't helping his falling into dispair. What would the Fallen have him do? Would he get whipped like in Heaven or worse, if there were other punishments that could never enter the Gates of Heaven? Supressing a shudder, he was led off to do whatever Yasuo had planned from him, and prayed to whoever would hear a Fallen's prayers that he'd become free of this torment one day soon.

  **/sings/old school hollywood baseball**

  Vlad was in his bed, arm in a sling, a patch over his eye, and injured wing carefully wrapped up, and in minimal pain. However, he was bored out of his ever living mind. His room was large, but plain with stone walls the majority, and a few trinkets on the fireplace mantel. His balcony window was closed, curtains drawn for a reason he didn't know. A bright fire and candles lit the room, sending shadows in a racing dance across the brick. He looked down at his canopy king sized bed. The number one assassin had a lot of perks to it, however he rarely was able to enjoy them. Either he was like this, injured and recooperating, or just gone on yet another mission.

  A knock on the door made his gaze shift to the two wooden doors. Taking in a deep breath, somewhat relieved that his boredom was temporarily gone. He tried and failed to sit up, and just opted to stay laying down. He was comfortable anyway, or so he tried to convince himself.

  "Come in," he finally said, eyes never leaving the door as it opened, wondering who it was.

  A familiar face appeared, grinning wickedly and waving. "Vlad! Glad to see that you're awake. Feeling at least a little better?"

  Grinning himself, Vlad found himself in a better mood already. "Not since you last checked on my Yasuo. How did the meeting go?"

  Pushing a very reluctant, and still bound and gagged to boot, Azazel into the room, Yasuo's grin seemed to widen. "Well, it went well enough. As you can see, he's still alive and kicking and even better. I've been given control of his punishment. Do you care to help? You are the most injured of the ones who survived."

  Vlad looked Azazel up and down, grinning while he did so with his one good eye. Oh, he could hear the wheels turning, his own little hamster was spinning his wheel as he thought of what he could put the poor new Fallen thought. After all, he left him in this condition, only right that he'd be able to help in the punishment. He caught the glint in Yasuo's eyes, and got something along the same idea. After all, they were like brothers, and thought along the same lines in such situations, making them good partners for the work that they had to do.

  Azazel looked between the two of them frantically, trying to figure out what was going on, but failing miserably. It wasn't until Yasuo took his bonds and forced him to look the other in the eye that he truly felt afraid of what was going to be done to him. Yasuo undid the gag, but Azazel found himself still not able to speak. When he felt the gag being tied around his throat, he figured out that it was warded, so he couldn't.  Wasn't that a load of crap.

  "So, what kind do you have?"

  "I don't have any. Hm...we could tailor the robes..."

  "But that takes time!"

  "Magically bozo."

  Yasuo grinned and looked at Azazel, who was still afraid of what was going to be done to him and very confused. "I say we keep with the black thing. It looks good with his pale skin and hair. It'd bring out his eyes too."

  "No way," Vlad replied. "No makeup. I always found that tacky."

  "You're never any fun," Yasuo grinned, pulling Azazel eye to eye with him. "Maybe afterwords we can make him your personal assistant. He has pretty eyes."

  Snorting, Vlad turned his head back to the ceiling. "I bet. And to think you're hogging them all to yourself."

  They couldn't be real, Azazel thought horridly. They weren't going to beat him for what he had done? It seemed more like they were playing a prank on someone rather then punishing him. Unless the prank was part of his punishment...

  He found himself flung at Vlad, who didn't catch him, but he found the bed soft enough. He glared at the ruby eye of the Fallen he almost killed and outran, silver darkening as the one eye blinked boredly at him. "He does have pretty eyes, but no makeup."

  He could hear Yasuo's groan of displeasure as he picked up Azazel  from the bed. "Fine, you can have it your way. He's going to be your personal assistant after all."

  He was what. His mind couldn't process what he was hearing, and what he was hearing didn't please him in the least. He was going to be helping a Fallen recover?!? How could he? They were supposed to be enemies! Even though, techinically they weren't anymore, but that was besides the point. He didn't want to help them! He wanted to hinder them in any way that he could possiblely find! If only this crap wasn't warded, he would have told him off.

  The next thing he knew, he was in black combat boots, a medium length skirt that if he bent over turned into a very short skirt, and a black long sleeved half top. His bonds were changed into chains, giving him room to move to do what may be required, but not much else. They seemed to be smart, making it still hard for him to escape. However, the two things he hated were the two black fuzzy cat ears and the warded collar that was connected to Yasuo, so that he could always tell where he was at in any given situation. This was total bullshit.

  "Cute," Yasuo smiled.

  "Just don't bend over," Vlad grinned, making Azazel blush red in anger, or at least he kept telling himself that. He wasn't embarassed, not in the least.

  Instead, Azazel just glared at the two of them, grateful that he could finally speak. "What do you want me to do," he ground out through gritted teeth.

  He did not like the look of Vlad's grin.

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