Azazel kept stimulating in a slow manner “what sweet sounds you make. Im only using fingers…oh I wonder the sounds you will make when I let you feel me completely in you.” He said against mariel skin.
Voltaire blink some as he sat back after the angel came and looked up “virgins..” he said flatly. Stood up and used mariel jacket to clean his face.
Azazel would thrust a few more times before stopping and then leans down to pull up the angels pants. Purring “such a perfect pet.” into the angels ear as Voltaire turned to push the button to make the elevator go again and down they go.
Mariel was a panting mess, especially as Azazel’s fingers kept moving while his wings shook, but that didn’t stop him from shooting Voltaire a dirty look at his utterance. Though his legs felt like jelly he seemed to regain some semblance of pride once his pants were back up, and despite the chill of Azazel’s words he tried to kick at Voltaire again, wings flapping. He hadn’t noticed, of course, the scattered three or four feathers in his wing that had dulled slightly, the golden rachis among the silver vane looking almost tarnished.
Voltaire steps back to dodge the kicks saying “if you keep attacking, I will rip your wings off and eat them. Not even Azazel could stop me.” In a stern tone.
Azazel laugh “he is right…I couldn’t stop him little dove. So lets behave and I’ll reward you later.” He leans in to lick mariel neck, he definitely could not wait to play more with his new prize.
The Messenger did still at that threat, looking uncertain. Nobody would dare have the absolute gall to… He was eyeing Voltaire warily. Okay, maybe onebody would. His voice was a little hoarse, sounding like a hooker at the end of a blowjob party as he stated in as calm a voice as he could manage, “The Council will rain fire upon this place for its indiscretion. Messengers are not to be accosted when going about our duty. W-We are….we are neutral creatures. This is part of the pact.” He once more sounded as though he were reciting; to this little angel it was as though the rule books were his holy script, though his ‘recitations’ were thrown off course by that lick that made his toes curl in his designer shoes.
Voltaire smiled and spoke in a calm tone “your council wont touch anything my hand touches” letting the words linger before continueing. “they are terrified of me. I’ve already single handedly destroyed one council and I can do it again.” He then turns his back on Mariel.
Azazel pats mariel head “doesn’t matter anymore. Your mine now pet.” He told him in a musing voice. As the doors open Voltaire was out first, Azazel hooks a leash on that collar and walks foward. Tugging mariel ” come pet…” he says nonchalantly
Mariel’s words died in his throat when he heard Voltaire speak. Oh. This was -that- Auditor, the one he’d been told about. Immediately he looked uncomfortable, as one would for just splooging on one of the greatest menaces to cross the planes. Welp. “I am nobody’s – ” he started, but then cut off with an utterly insulted look as the leash was clicked onto his – when had he got a fucking collar?! So that was why he couldn’t properly shift out of here. While he was musing the leas was tugged and he stumbled forward with a snarl, “I will burn you from the inside out.” But he -was- walking, at least.
Voltaire looks around after getting out of the elevator “so this is nervana labs? The place that can’t keep interns?” he mused as Azazel moved behind him.
Azazel nods “yep…we will get to the bottom of that, I am here to make assessments.” He looks to the intern at the desk “page wagner now.” He told them. Looking to mariel as he reach to stroke their face “kinky, but lets save the bed room talk for later.” Winking at him.
Mariel looked aghast as he saw the lobby. Is THIS the laboratory that Stahs had spoken of rescuing things from? Out -here- in the middle of nowhere? He was more than a little thrown off guard by that – and if so, what was a demon and an Auditor doing here, anyway? Catching Azazel’s wink he gave an expression that made it clear his stomach was turning at the affectionate gesture, and with a brief moment of concentration he managed to shift back to his more human form now that the ‘fight or flight’ response had calmed…at least, he wasn’t in imminent danger.
The Interns eyes were wide as they saw Azazel come out of the elevator “Y-yes sir.” The intern stammered, hands shaking as they reached for the intercom. “Dr. Wagner, you are required at the front desk immediately…. Azazel is requesting you.” They added for good measure.
Azazel smiled at the timid Intern “such a good intern.” He chuckles while he waits for Wagner to get his pathetic ass up there.
Voltaire nods “well i picked them. Im just not sure why they don’t last here.” He knew part of the reason, but never played his whole cards.
Azazel looked at mariel ” if i didn’t have to handle Wagner, id take you here and now.” He chuckles. Mariel was about the only amusing thing to the demon, which could be good or bad for Wagner as Azazel mood wasn’t completely sour.
“Well thank the celestial melodies for Wagner, then,” Mariel muttered, having absolutely no idea of the context of Azazel’s words or how ironic his response was. He was trying to keep himself calm though, quick, intelligent eyes scanning his surroundings so he had a map of the place he was in.The intern nodded nervously, trying to not look at the three waiting by the desk. The intern turned bright red at Azazel’s remark to Mariel.
Minutes turn to ten minutes of wait, Azazel taps his metal claw on the counter “hmmm.” He look about some. “I figure he’d run up here. Late….going to dox that.”
Voltaire nods some looking around “well this is a rather large place, maybe he just far in the back.” He had an idea of where Wagner could be and what he could be doing.
Azazel looks at Mariel, but gives Voltaire a glance “hes a vampire….he has speed.” Reaching to run that claw over the angels cheek “I love this firey responses. Thats good, makes the corruption so much sweeter.”
“I can burn you just as well, I wouldn’t be too sure of your attempts of corruption. I am wholly devoted to the Council,” he stated, straight and sure as a Boy Scout. He stiffened at that metal claw, his own hands clenching into fists. “You are clearly used to breaking much weaker stock than a Messenger, filth.”
Azazel grins “I never stalk weak prey. I want them to fight, I want them to fight with all they have. So when I crush them, they realize how insignificant they are to their gods and council.”
Voltaire looked around and says “perhaps he is ignoring you.” He focus a moment “but he is far” he tells the demon “should I take us to him?” He ask grinning.
Mariel merely glared in response, shifting his hands subtly to test his bonds. But for now, he kept quiet.
Azazel gave a nod to voltaire “yes take us to him. He will pay for making me wait.” Moving closer to mariel. Voltaire moved closer too and would all fire to engulf all three of them to bring them to where wagner was.