September 10, 2007

• Beginings chapter 5

  

  Well, here's chapter 5. Don't expect any other updates for awhile though, school and blah blah blah.

  ;_; Feed a starving muse?

  
  Begingins chapter 5: Crystal's (my) chapter

  Azazel wasn't lost, he knew where his room was, but being caught wasn't something on his 'to-do' list and he had to come up with a lie and fast. Seeing as most of the Fallen here knew that he had only been here a day or two, becoming lost was the easiest route to go. But the leers he received and some rather crude comments about his outfit from the guard made him wish that he had never gotten 'lost'. Even Vlad and Yasuo weren't this bad, and that was saying something as he was looked at like a piece of meat. He finally was turned in the right direction, and gladly ran back to his room, planning to try to get out of here later rather then when such guards still roamed the halls, and maybe after he got a change of clothing. After all, he didn't need to go anywhere looking like some street whore who had some dignity.

  Entering the small room, he still couldn't believe how hospitable Fallen were to their captives. He had a small cot to sleep on, and small closet to keep his clothes, and that was about as much room as the walls could manage to hold it. It wasn't much, but at least he wasn't sleeping in Vlad's room. He could only handle so much of his new 'master' before he was ready to blow off his head again. Snorting at himself, he wanted to slam his head into the cold stone wall. He just thought Vlad as 'master', in quotations, but all the same. This was going to be the longest experience of his life.

  Getting out of the cat ears and boots at least, Azazel threw open the closet, and wanted to scream. On the hangers were nothing but the same outfit that he was wearing at the moment, and even one with a skimpier skirt! A lone white billowy nightgown hung in the back, the white contrasting against the darker hues of the horrid outfits. Sighing, he quickly dressed himself for the night, and figured that maybe if he put this in a different light, it would go by faster, but didn't feel like it. His wings still ached and his own wounds hadn't completely healed. The salve he received from Yasuo was helping, which he was grateful for. His recovery time was more then halved, and his wings should be able to fly in another week or so, another thing he was happy about. It would make escaping this place a bit easier.

  **and he sleeps and stuff...**

  Azazel woke with a start, not knowing exactly when he fell asleep, and was cursing himself for being worked so hard. Given, he also had emotional stress to worry about as well, but he didn't mean to sleep for however long that he had. Hoping it wasn't too long, he carefully opened the door and peeked out, finding nothing but a dark hallway to his sides, thankfully empty of all life. Creeping out, wishing that he had something darker besides the outfits that hung in his closet, he made his way to hopefully and exit, but instead found Yasuo glaring down at him with angry cold eyes, eyes that Azazel had only seen on Michael before he cast him away, eyes he never wanted to see again.

  They made their way to Vlad's room, Yasuo giving him a rough shove into the chamber so that Azazel stumbled in, almost falling on his face. Vlad looked down at him, and glanced up at Yasuo, glaring at him. Yasuo closed and locked the door, folding his arms and leaning against it.

  "I found him trying to escape," Yasuo replied, eyes narrowing.

  "You didn't have to shove him," Vlad growled. "If you haven't noticed, his injuries aren't all healed up either."

  "He should have thought of that before then," Yasuo replied, not skipping a beat. "Besides, I told you that giving him his own room was a bad idea in the first place, even with guarding the hallways and such to prevent an escape. I told you that it'd be better if he just was confined here."

  "To what, give him more reason to kill me," Vlad said angerly. "Open your eyes Yasuo, he hates me as it is and this little punishment of yours isn't helping the matter. Albeit it's entertaining, but I knew he'd try to escape. I'd rather a demon got to him, roughed him up a bit for him to learn his place, rather then die while he plotted against me in my own room!"

  "I am right here," Azazel said dryly, sitting up and wincing. Damn rug gave him a rug burn...

  "Shut it," both Fallen replied, and went right back to arguing with each other while he was forced to listen. Their bickering sounded downright childish to him, and they even tried to guess what would happen to him and his actions, as if this had happened before. He had never heard of an Angel taking out a Leader's throne room before though, however things that happened in Hell rarely made it passed Hell's Gates into the mortal realm let alone all the way into Heaven. They really expected him to try something, they weren't as stupid as he thought as he listened to the low hits one picked on another, seeing the two of them in a different light. Yasuo, the thinker and plotter and Vlad, although an asshole really was concerned for both of their well being. Certainly more thought was put into this then what he figured, and much more then any Angel would for one of their fallen brethren.

  "Fine, but I swear if I loose one more feather it'll be your head," Vlad shouted, face beat red in anger, matching Yasuo's own.

  "I'm sure he won't try anything," Yasuo shouted right back. "Besides, I'm sure he isn't stupid enough to try to kill you again!"

  Damn straight, Azazel thought. His hope for escaping had been dwindling as time wore on, much like escaping Michael. There was nothing he could do again, hopelessly lost in the cycle that never seemed to want to let go. Once he escaped one, it seemed that Fate had another one waiting, one where his injuries would never heal and he'd have to serve the Fallen he hated with a passion in a skimpy, whorish maid outfit. Once, just once he'd like to live in peace, but even that sense of hope was all but gone.

  Flinching as he got up, Vlad made a small bed of pillows and blankets that he had extra, and motioned with his good arm to Azazel. "It's not much, you'll have an actual bed or whatever anyone scrapes up by tomorrow. However for tonight, this'll have to do. I don't like it that you're here, and I have a feeling you're not pleased about it either."

  "Damn right I'm not," Azazel growled, looking at the makeshift bed like it was infested with fleas.

  Snorting, Vlad crawled back into his own bed, Yasuo leaving as soon as the argument was over. "It could be worse. You could be sharing a bed with me."

  "It's large enough for three people," Azazel muttered.

  "Oh, is that an affirmative for you to join me," Vlad smirked, Azazel turning beat red and turning away.

  "O-of course not," Azazel grumbled, flopping onto the pillows.

  Grinning, Vlad allowed himself to return back to sleep, praying to whatever deity that listened to a Fallen that he wouldn't be killed in the coming weeks, and that perhaps Azazel would learn some manners. Azazel allowed himself to sleep as well, praying to the same deity that this would be over soon and perhaps he'd be able to live somewhere secluded, away from all these Fallen and traitors, and maybe even go back to Heaven, and have his sister not betray him and Michael not turn into the raping, beating, all around bastard that he had become.

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