I Can Haz Apocalypse Nao? Who: Azrael & Lucie Where: The warehouse district When: Sunday evening
Lucie was in the middle of finishing up some paperwork when one of her minions mentioned that they'd found the first seal that needed to be broken in order to get to the tree of knowledge.
Azrael was in the bedroom, having fallen asleep while reading a book. It was a common habit of the fallen angel, the practice was soothing. He was currently in the middle of some spy thriller by some author that was currently popular.
Lucie left things on her desk as they were and walked into the bedroom. She sighed when she saw that Azrael was asleep.
The fallen angel was barefoot, wearing a dark pair of jeans and a simple light blue button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up past his forearms and one arm was tucked under his head, while the other held the book. Azrael's thumb was caught between the pages, inadvertently marking his place while his lips were parted slightly, breathing in the slow even breaths of slumber.
Lucie moved over the the bed and took the book from him, making sure not to lose his place.
Azrael stirred a bit due to Lucie's actions, shifting and rolling to his side, hands and limbs tensing with the movement before relaxing with a sigh.
Lucie put the book over on the nightstand and sat down on the bed with him. "Az.."
He stirred again, brows furrowing, lips rolling inward briefly before Azrael softly replied, "... Hm?"
"We're going topside." Lucie said as she moved some of his hair out of his eyes.
Azrael opened his eyes at the news, rolling onto his back again, grunting while he arched his back in a stretch. The fallen angel groggily looked up at her and asked softly, "Why?"
"I've found a way to help our dragon friend out." She answered with a small smile.
Sitting up, Azrael scratched a hand through his already sleep tousled hair. Scooting back against the headboard and rubbing sleepily at an eye as he asked, "You've found the first seal?"
"Yeah it's in LA, of course." She said still smiling.
A brief chuckle came from Az, a soft smile curving his lips, "Of course it is."
"It's in the warehouse district." She explained as she grabbed her Chanel trench coat out.
Azrael came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her temple. Nuzzling her neck, he then rested his chin on her shoulder and asked, "Anything else we need to know?"
"No." She turned and kissed him, before heading out of the room.
The fallen angel emerged from the bedroom five minutes later. Azrael had put on a pair of black Converse low tops and donned a leather jacket in addition to the button down and jeans he wore. He hadn't felt like dressing in his usual suit and tie.
Lucie smiled in approval and soon they were headed to LA's warehouse district.
Molly emerged from one of L.A.'s warehouses, having just finished cleaning out a nest of vampires. The blind Slayer was making her way out of the "maze" so she could stop at Joe's Diner for a quick snack before heading home for the evening.
Lucie appeared a few feet away from the slayer, but ignored her for the moment.
Considering her ability to "see" worked just as her favorite comicbook character, DareDevil's, the sudden appearance of a figure a few feet away surprised her. Molly stopped, shifting her cane in a more defensive hold as she said, "... What the hell?"
Lucie smiled and turned to Azrael. "It's so nice when they get it right on the first try."
"Hm..." Azrael replied, draping an arm across Lucie's shoulders and then asked in his usual calm and soft tone, "What do you want to do about her?"
"Leave her be for now, we've got more important things to do."
Molly twirled her cane once, letting it come to rest under her arm as she shifted into a fighting stance, "Sorry, but if you two can just appear out of thin air, it can't be good. You're gonna have to get through me first."
Lucie sighed and looked at Azrael. "Is she serious?"
"Apparently..." Azrael replied, stepping away from Lucie and moving toward Molly, "Interesting, though... " The fallen angel's voice trailed away as he came to a stop in front of the slayer and waved a hand in front of her face, "The girl is completely blind, but still knows we're here." He titled his head at her, curious.
Molly snorted, "Yeah, it's called blind, not deaf."
"Huh that's interesting..." Lucie moved over to her and looked the girl over critically.
Molly twirled the cane again, the item tapping Lucie once on the chest before resting there, "That's far enough." The slayer smiled once, quickly, before growing serious and demanding, "Just what the heck are you two? I've seen some crazy shit in this city, but people appearing out of thin air hasn't been one of them."
Lucie pushed the cane out of her way and sighed. "You'd think a slayer even with your... handicap would know who I am."
It had been Molly's experience that people who knew what she was were Bad News. The slayer's anger flared, spurring her into action; Molly threw her cane at the woman, catching it when it bounced off of Lucie and then sprang upward, whipping the cane up over her head and bringing it down as Molly came back toward the ground.
Before the cane could touch Lucie again, Azrael fluidly came between the two women, catching the cane and holding it steadfast while the teenager tried wrenching it out of his hands. Without warning, Molly flew around, still holding the cane and realizing at the last second just before she let go that it was a bad idea to do so. Due to the momentum, the blind slayer went flying into a small row of trash cans. The fallen angel tossed aside the cane and stalked toward the girl who was struggling to extricate herself from the trash bins.
Lucie stood back watching him, having no real intention to stop him from doing whatever he was planning. The girl was lucky that Lucie hadn't just set her ablaze.
Azrael, despite what he had become, did not consider himself cruel. He did not toy with his foes before killing them--there would be time enough for cruelty once those poor souls got sent "underground" if that was where they were destined to go.
Molly finally got to her feet just in time to find the man approaching her again, within fighting range. Whirling, the teenager moved into a spin kick that was easily blocked. No matter, Molly skillfully moved into another attack, hands meeting the ground while her other foot met Azrael's face.
Lucie sighed being bored and annoyed at how things were going. She looked over at Azreal. "That's enough, we don't have time for you to have a show down with a slayer."
The fallen angel's eyes flared briefly in anger as he recovered from the hit and grabbed the girl by the neck, jerking her toward him. With his free hand, Azrael pressed the flat of his palm to her forehead and Molly went limp, unconscious. Hefting the girl into his arms, the fallen angel was somewhat surprised at how lightweight she was. Then again, she was just a teenager.
"If you're done we can go now." Lucie said irritatedly.
Azrael glanced quickly around to find some temporary safe haven for the girl and spotted a set of stairs leading down into a sub-basement entrance. He gently deposited her at the bottom of the stairs, in the corner that was out of the way and unnoticeable, quickly joining Lucie's side again.
Lucie walked over to the abandoned warehouse that she was told housed one of the seals.
The fallen angel followed, taking care to notice if they were being watched or followed from their former brethren. It appeared as if all was quiet.
Lucie walkedinto the warehouse and looked around.
Azrael kept an eye out for trouble while Lucie looked around.
While Lucie was walking around for the seal some guy came out from behind a pile of crates.
Azrael turned toward the man, hands and arms loosely dangled at his sides, ready for another fight. The fallen angel swiveled his head briefly to call out, "L..."
Lucie was really getting tired of being interrupted. She turned to the newcomer. "What do you want?"
The man looked at them both and then replied with a small smile, "I think the question that remains is... what is it that you want?"
"I want a lot of things care to be more specific?" Lucie asked still annoyed.
The man's smile grew and he shook his head, "No. I do not need to be. I know why you are here, but do you fully understand what will happen if get what you came for?"
Lucie sighed. "Ever think I don't care?"
Azrael looked away at the man's words. He had serious doubts as to the... logic of the plan that Lucifer had agreed to. But it didn't matter, in the end, what Azrael though. Lucifer did want she wanted, he'd sworn loyalty to her millenia ago, and somewhere along the way things developed beyond loyalty.
Lucie waited for the man's answer.
"If you can defeat me, then the seal deserves to be broken."
She glared at him, clearly not happy about this turn of events.
The man serenely stared back at Lucifer, slowly moving into a defensive stance. Azrael stepped forward, shrugging out of the leather jacket he wore and setting it aside. He then moved to Lucie's side, pressing his lips to her ear to barely whisper, "I'll distract him while you get the seal."
She smiled and let him deal with the man, while she went for the seal.
A long moment passed while Azrael battled the man, who had been dividing his attention between both fallen angels, preventing both from getting to the seal. In the end, Azrael used the split second that the man used to go for Lucie to grab the man by the head and twisted. An audible snap was heard and the man slumped lifelessly to the ground.
Azrael stood over the man, panting while holding the arm that had become dislocated during the fight. Blood dripped down on the floor next to the body from a split lip, and possibly a head wound somewhere. The fight may have been brief, but it sure had been brutal. Azrael sighed, closing his eyes a moment before opening them again and limping toward Lucie.
Liucie looked him over and frowned. "You going to be okay?" She asked as she moved over to he seal.
He was in immense pain and Azrael wanted nothing more than to break the seal and go home. Azrael's expression was his usual stoic mask, "I'll be fine."
She kissed him and then stepped next to the seal.
Azrael couldn't help but flinch at the kiss, blood flowing freely again from his lip. The fallen angel watched, as Lucie stepped close to the seal.
Lucie placed a hand out over the seal and a small steady stream of fire came from her fingertips and hit the seal.
As the seal went up in literal flames, a great loud crack could be heard from the large stone doors that had been sealed shut. The doors started to crumble, breaking apart, and a rumbling underneath could be felt. The rumbling got louder and louder until finally the doors either blew apart or were flung open by the figure that appeared seconds later.
Lucie smiled when the seal was finally broken and the fire disappeared from her fingertips, and she put her hand down.
Once the dust settled, it was apparent that the figure was a young man. From the way he was dressed, he looked like the lead guitarist or singer for the next rock band. His hair was ginger red, spiked every which way one could imagine, a leather jacket a biker would be jealous of, ripped jeans, Converse high tops, and a plain white t-shirt on underneath the jacket. His face was awash with piercings from the one in his lower lip, to the chain that connected the safety pin attached to his nose and right earring. He grinned at Lucifer, "Dollface! It's been too long."
Lucie smiled at him. "I know, welcome back."
Warrick, as he liked to be called, leaped over the rubble that was now the door and very briefly pressed a kiss to Lucie's lips, "Looking as stunning as ever." He said when he pulled away and then turned to Azrael, inclining his head in a nod, "Az."
Azrael averted his gaze from the demon's, not wanting him to see the irritation and anger, "War."
Lucie smiled and was only a little surprised by the kiss. She could easily tell that Azrael was angry and irritated. "Now now boys, we still have a few more seals to break."
The demon turned to Lucie then, his expression apologetic, "Aw, I'm sorry, dollface." Warrick's pout turned into a grin, "But I have to go stir up some trouble first."
"Well it has been a while.." Lucie remarked. "Have fun." She smiled.
With the seal broken, Azrael didn't see the need to stick around anymore. He was concerned that the Slayer they had run into would awaken and come looking for them. The fallen angel didn't say anything as he limped his way toward his jacket, grabbing it and started toward the way they came in.
Warrick grinned and laughed, "Eh, don't I always?" As he disappeared in a blaze of fire, one could see his skeletal form for a brief second before it vanished.
Lucie nodded at War's words and then went to follow Azrael out of the warehouse.
Azrael was exhausted down to his bones and the thought of curling up on the bed and falling asleep sounded, well... for lack of a better word, heavenly. Just before reaching outside, the fallen angel took care of the dislocated shoulder. It wasn't pleasant, nor was it pretty. Stumbling outside, he leaned on his good shoulder, taking deep breaths.
Lucie came over to him. "You know I could fix those injuries."
"I... " He slowly put the jacket back on, hissing with pain as his shoulder protested the movement, "... I know." Azrael sighed, running a hand through his hair, making it appear more sleep tousled than it usually was.
"Fine suffer then." She replied as they headed back to where they'd come from.
"L... " He said, pausing in his words and steps, "Its... good to know that we can still feel every once in a while."
"Yeah I guess..." was her only reply to him.
Azrael sighed and then shook his head, limping after her. There were evenings such as this where he wondered why he bothered.
Lucie just shrugged and in a blink of an eye they were back in Hell and in her bedroom.
The fallen angel limped over to the bed, climbing onto it. With a pat, he murmured, "Nice bed..." And Azrael carefully settled on it, face first, arms at his sides. He sighed in mild relief.
Lucie just smiled and left him for her throne room which doubled as an office.