Azazel walks Mariel into the surgical bay and points “Theres the sinner, he needs your divine punishment pet. Go show him why you are the divine beauty, the divine wrath.” He told him.
Wagner turned his eye toward the voices, tensing in his bonds. Oh fuck, this wasn’t going to be fun.
The angel’s armor was still bright and silvery despite its black and sapphire engraving, and he stood looking like a marionette as Azazel’s words sank in. Smiling gently, he stepped forward past the demon towards Wagner, his hands extended in a display of benevolence. “You again. Still sinning. I couldn’t help you – are you still full of lies, dear one?”
Azazel followers letting go of the braid and stood by Mariel side “Such a sinner, though he did start to speak truth my angel. Maybe there is hope.” He cooed.
“As your master says is true. I speak the truth now.” Wagner said, glaring at Azazel, “The truth is I hate him. I want to destroy him for everything he’s taken from me. I want to break him a million ways.” He seethed at Azazel.
“Hope,” he whispered back as he reached out to gently smooth a hand across Wagner’s cheek. He blinked a few times at a familiar sensation and looked over to the pitcher where the holy water had been. “Oh…oh no, what did you do?” he asked, looking back at Azazel and then to the mess that was likely still healing around Wagner’s mouth. “Did you make him drink this? That’s…that’s not right.” Wagner’s words sent a shiver down his spine and those mad blue eyes widened as he nodded. “Oh yes, oh, me to. I ha-ate him,” he whispered back, choking on the word. Angel’s didn’t hate, they didn’t, but oh he did. The whisper was, of course, nothing near a whisper and was clearly audible as he continued, “To carve his life away like a shank of meat and watch it bubble and burn. I hate him terribly – but I still have light in me, I still can save you, yes.” Even as he spoke he was looking over the arrangement of the trays, eventually picking up a scalpel and studying it thoughtfully. “You cannot make him drink that. If communion is forced, then it means nothing.”
Azazel grinned at Mariel and says “You were so upset he couldn’t be saved. I thought holy water would work. See hope.” He told him. “Show him your light little pet.” Leans to nip Mariel ear. “Save him.” He loved them speaking their hate, it was so joyous to him. He then would say “Oh my i didn’t know my sweet, well then can you properly show me.”
Wagner gazed up at the angel as that smooth hand touched his cheek. His mouth and the tissue around it was still very much a mess as his body worked the mend the damage, but it was slower going with holy damage. He didn’t answer, unsure what Azazel would say. He looked back at those mad blue eyes. Nodding at his words. Even if Mariel was mad, he could understand in a way, most would not consider him a sane man either. “I want that too…” He rasped softly. He watched the angel pick up the scalpel and study it. He winced at Azazel’s words, still seething.
“Perhaps one day we shall cleanse him together, ” the angel said sweetly, brushing fingers back through Wagner’s hair. “Burn him to ashes, just like he deserves. But first, first I have to….I should…” He cut off with a shudder at Azazel’s word’s, his body trembling and his eyes pinching shut with a shaky breath. “I can show you. This is…this is special.” There was an almost mechanical quality to his voice, soft and monotone as he ran the blade across his own wrist. As the black-swirled golden blood pooled up, he reached over for one of the larger syringes and let it drip in, filling it up as he leaned back against Azazel as though woozy. “The body accepts willingly what the lips reject,” he said in sing-song voice before capping off the syringe. Leaning over, he kissed Wagner on the forehead lovingly before stabbing the syringe into his chest over his heart and pushing the plunger down to inject the blood that…once again, Wagner was hella lucky was so tainted. “Indeed… one day perhaps.” He agreed as Mariel brushed his fingers back through his hair. “We could. Together. Burn him down to the bones.” He growled.
He watched as Mariel cut open his wrist and filled a syringe with his black and gold blood. His eye following the angel as he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, making a hissing noise as the syringe was thrust into his heart and the blood injected. He considered himself fortunate the angel was no longer so pure, else that would’ve turned his heart to ash in his chest.
Listen as Mariel spoke chuckling at this false hope. Azazel love when Mariel spoke like this to show his body betrayal. He reach to grip his neck in a possessive manner “Show me.” He commanded Watching the angel with much interest, seeing him cut his wrist. He grinned so wide to the little song “Mm he knows what it wants, needs.” He watch as the syringe was enjected into Wagner, watching the vampire intently. To see what would happen now.
The angel’s body went rigid with a keening cry as his neck was grabbed,, hands shaking a little in their work. “S-Show, yes,” he mewled, reaching out his hands to place them on Wagner’s chest. His hand moved then, picking up the scalpel and placing it against the vampire’s chest just beneath his sternum. It was smooth, deep cut that sheared through skin and muscle, ending just at his left flank, that opened up his chest cavity just enough for one small, angelic hand to press through.
Fingers curled around Wagner’s heart, forcing it to pump – or if it already did, the fingers caged it in to make it pump to the rhythm he demanded, circulating the angelic blood through his system. As he did so, he placed his other hand on Wagner’s sternum as he began to chant softly in that celestial tongue, purifying his own blood within the doctor’s body to a bright golden glow. The result was like Greek fire in his veins, glowing beneath his skin with a burning intensity that found every inch of his flesh. If only it could burn truly, the vampire would be put out of his misery….but the poor angel couldn’t manage that, and the blood wasn’t enough to damage; only to burn. As he did so he was reaching out to Gears – were the nanites still in his system? Could they even respond?
Wagner watched the angel closely as he brought the scalpel to his chest, doing his best to brace for the pain as the blade pushed in and cut a neat opening in his chest. His eye widened feeling the hand slide into his ribcage, forcing his heartbeat to the rhythm the angel had chosen. Oh it burned in his veins, hot in a different way than the holy water or the angel’s cum. He made a strangled noise as it burned through him.
There was enough undamaged nanites still in Mariel’s system that Gears voice would come through as the angel got his attention. It sounded a little static-y, but it was there. “I hear you.”
Azazel just beamed at Mariel. To taint an angel was the greatest thing ever to him. Watching with great delight, he run his other hand over the armor. He watch Wagner and laughed “oh what sweet music.” He leans to Mariel ear “yes look at you. Divine beauty in the making.” He told him.
He slumped over Wagner as his energy was drained. Too much power he’d lost, and now he was burning it away like this. Of course, as he was leaned over he placed one hand on Wagner’s wrist, subtly loosening the buckle there. When he straightened up, he withdrew his hand from the hole in the doctor’s chest, inspecting it curiously. “To my wrist, out of my body,” he stated in that same strange, trance-like voice. He’d spoken it aloud, perhaps to the air, or perhaps to someone that could hear elsewhere, like maybe Gears perhaps? Blood still flowed down his wrist freely from the vertical slit he’d made, and he leaned back heavily against Azazel as he gave a soft groan. Even the sound of his voice was enough to make the angel squirm.
He picked up the syringe once more, praying that anything he was doing would make sense to anyone. Holding his hand over it, the blood – and hopefully nanites – trickled in to fill the chamber of the syringe. The plunger was replaced, and Mariel turned in a slow, dreamy fashion to face Azazel. “Sweet Master, my Master. Would you like to be cleansed as well?” he asked, though he was already moving to try and get that syringe into Azazel’s neck. The angel’s blood wasn’t powerful enough to hurt him anyway, of course, he’d seen that.
Wagner felt the hand at his wrist but kept his expression the same, gurgling at the burning in his veins. Gears was watching through the cameras, gathering what the angel intended to do and beginning to move his nanites.
The blood had an almost extra sparkly quality as it filled the syringe, as many nanites as Gears could pack into it.
Azazel was mesmerized by Mariel attempt. He really was shattered the demon thought. He would growl into Mariel ear, oh yes this was great. He watch mariel as he turned and says “yes sweet pet.” Reaching to stroke Mariel face, only to have his neck stab and in response he slash Mariel face. “Aaah you little shit.” He hissed. Reaching to grab Mariel by the neck to strangle him over wanger body “you had to be bad…had to be ugly.”
Mariel looked confused at the sudden anger, those tears bubbling up to his eyes. “Just a little, sweet Master. I’m so full of you; dont you want a little bit of me?” Despite the slash that stung on his face, he was giving very genuine doe eyes. If the syringe hadn’t been knocked away, he’d continue pushing the plunger until his fingers fumbled free. When the hands reached his neck he gave out a strangled cry but didn’t actually struggle. In fact he…actually looked to be enjoying the choking, if the state of his body was any indication. “S-Sweet M-Master,” he gasped, hands coming up to clasp over Azazel’s as his back arched and his toes curled, squirming on top of the doctor.
With the syringe in his neck it wouldn’t take much to circulate the injected blood once the plunger was compressed and the nanites with it up to his brain where they dispersed into the tissue. While Azazel was strangling Mariel over him he used the distraction to start wiggling free the wrist Mariel had loosened the strap on, feeling Gears at the back of his mind. Gears was focused now, mapping the demon’s brain with his nanites. He connected them to his neural tissue, beginning to force his brain to produce sleep chemicals at an alarming rate. If that didn’t work he planned to shock him unconscious.
Azazel hissed “you are my pet, I’m not yours.” He was in rage mode, trying to choke and strangle Mariel. “How dare you think to cleanse me…your master.”
Azazel tried to shake off the feeling, he step away from Mariel and Wagner “what….what the hell was…in….” before he dropped to the ground. Now Azazel always has a back up and so if his brain ever look to be in a sleep when it shouldn’t, it sent alerts to his boss.
“W-want to share…w-with…M…Mas.. – ” But whatever broken words the angel was going to say were cut off as the demon’s hands closed in tighter, crushing his windpipe and choking off any sound. His body jolted – yes, the poor thing was rock hard – but then went limp as Azazel’s hands fell away. He slid off of Wagner and onto the floor, crumpling on top of the demon and half-curled up as though protecting him.
As soon as Azazel dropped Wagner jerked his wrist free, working to undo the other straps as quickly as his vampiric speed would allow. He didn’t know how long Gears could keep him out for or fully understand the scope if the creature Virus and Gears were speaking to. They had to get out of here. That was all he knew for certain. Nothing good would come of staying under the demon’s thumb.
Kalmais worked his way to the surgical wing and crept in through the shadows until he saw the figures there. Half visible, he peered at Wagner. “Turn the lightss off,” he hissed curtly, not bothering with an introduction before scanning the room for a good place to hunker down.
Inside the dream, Azazel would find himself exactly where he’d dropped; it was as if he’d collapsed but managed to overcome it. He was on the floor with the angel on top of him, curled up protectively with his wings wrapped around the demon, although the delicate body was cold, his neck twisted at a non-viable angle. On the surgical table was Wagner, strapped down and still convulsing lightly in the final throes of what was apparently an agonizing death.
Wagner startled at the hiss, realizing this was the creature they had been speaking to. He hoisted himself off the table and bolted for the light switch, quickly turning it off.
Azazel laid there oh he would make it rain hell when he woke. In the dream Azazel threw Mariel off him and growled. He look at Wagner and look confused some.”something isn’t right.” He state looking around he move around the room
Settling into a nice, dark, safe corner, Kal was free to concentrate on the dream, his eyes slipping closed to make him as invisible as possible in case something unfortunate should happen.
The room was exactly as he’d left it, the angel’s slight body falling in a limp thump to the floor without a hint of resistance. On the table Wagner’s free hand was reaching out in a futile struggle before going limp, and with that the room was quiet. The door leading into the hall was also unlocked, the dark corridors outside silent and still littered with bodies from the battle.
Wagner leaned against one of the tables, grabbing a towel and then moving to wet it at a sink, wiping at the mess on his face as he waited for the approaching pair.
Gears bolted into the room, surveying the scene and the demon’s collapsed body before moving to the doctor.