Title: That Went Well.
Character(s): Lilith/Azazel
Pantheon(s): Jewish/Christian Folklore
Rating: PG
Summary: Azazel was tied up for all of eternity, for misbehaving, and now tries to get Lilith to let him loose.





"You're an idiot," she said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Oh, come on, Lil. Do you really think I want to be tied up down here forever?"

"How many times have I asked you to not call me that, Azazel?"

"Alright, alright ... Lilith."

"Better," she said. "And as far as your question goes: yes, I expect you to stay her forever."

"You know, you never struck me as someone who entirely respects rules."

"I'm not the moron who got caught, am I?"

"You don't think that being sent to Hell is being 'caught?'"

"Well, then, why are you in such a hurry to go back there?"

"At this point, any change would be exciting."

"You want to go back, because ... you're bored?"

"Don't look so dumbstruck. If you'd been tied up for as long as I've been, you'd be bored out of your mind, too."

"You're probably right. Which is why I have no intention of doing something so stupid as to get me tied up somewhere similar."

"Who says the same thing will happen to you?"

"Please! We both know what happens when those busy-bodies Above get something in their one-track minds. We'll have a legion of them after us, until we’re both tied up ... or worse."

"Do you really think they could do anything really that bad to us? You've been in Hell for ... how long now? Is there anything worse than that place?"

"I can think of somewhere," she said, her eyes glossing over.

"I'm sure you can," his voice oozing with sarcasm.

"Shut up," she hissed, warningly, her K9s elongating, and her irises reddening.

"Or what? You'll spit on me? Do you really think that you scare me? I was born a Grigori."

"So, you were born Above, that means nothing now. How many others were?"

"Certainly, not you."

"Being one of the first in the Middle Country is nothing to be sneezed at."

"The Middle Country he snorted. "Do you really think that means anything to our kind?"

"To the Fallen ... maybe not, but–"

Azazel snorted again. "But you're impressive to those who have never been Above?"

"You know, if you really want me to help you, maybe you shouldn't insult me."

"Oh, you're right," Azazel said, his voice becoming smooth and flattering. "I'm sorry. Do forgive me."

"Don't patronize me."

"Is that what I was doing?" His entire demeanor now became completely innocent.

"You know, I don't have to help you."

"You're right. And from where I'm at, it doesn't look too promising."

"Then, why continue to try"

He attempted to shrug. "There's always a chance."

She smiled at him, bearing teeth, and leaning down toward him.

"No, darling, there isn't."

And she was gone.