Azazeal (thefallen) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-19 20:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazeal |
Who: Azazeal
What: Visiting an old friend
Where: His home in London
When: Tonight
Warnings: None
The day had been a slow one at the Inn and it was generally on these days that Azazeal found himself contemplating what may or may not happen over the next several months until his child was born. No matter what they had agreed upon he was not satisfied with Viktoria staying at the prison for the time being. Heaven could strike out against her at any moment and he would not be able to predict it or be there in time. Even with their bond, she could be smited down in mere seconds. Malachi could be killed the same way.
For a very long time, Azazeal had sought power. It had been the reason he'd fallen from heaven in the first place. He had wanted to stop following orders and rule legions instead. He'd felt that he was greater than what he was created to be and therefore the path the End of Days was created and he sought to fulfill that destiny. Instead he'd found that he was placed under an entirely new set of rules and given new orders. The power was still available for him to take, but it had become much harder than he'd imagined to grasp. Five hundred year Ella had come after him and for five hundred years he failed to produce an heir. Truthfully, it had been long before that since he began trying but her father and those before him thwarted him. Then he had met and loved Cassandra Hughes.
His decision to go to London for the afternoon wasn't planned nor did he plan to stay for very long at all. Malachi was occupied elsewhere, Viktoria was at the prison, and the rest of the Inn could manage for a few hours while he returned home. He'd formed bonds while he was in Everett, but his true home would always be the estate in London. Alone in his office, Azazeal used the stone and in an instant he was transported across the globe and on the outskirts of his property. He'd set up wards to keep all beings out, even himself until he was there to say the enchantments to let him cross.
Murmuring the words quietly to himself, he raised his hands and felt a stirring in the stone and then the barrier keeping him out faded. He stepped through and planned to instantly cast the spell again but when he turned around he saw a very familiar face yet one that he had not seen in a very long time.
"You need not bother with that now. They have no interest in this place any longer." Her voice was so smooth and soft yet with a spark in her eyes. She stepped forward past the place where the barrier had been and stood next to him. "Hello, Azazeal."
"Perie."
"So, he does remember his old friends. The rumors were not entirely true." The faerie walked a circle around him, tracing her finger across his broad shoulders and chest then tapped her finger on his chin. "I thought you may never return here."
"You're aware." Azazeal stood still. At one time she had been his ally. A loyal companion to help him on the path to the End of Days. She'd aided him and Malachi both and at times was very... creative in her methods. Of course, Azazeal had welcomed all of her methods at the time. As had Malachi.
They didn't stand out in the open for long, but walked inside the estate and Azazeal immediately felt a little better. He poured both of them a drink and sat down in one of the chairs in his study.
"You're never going to get rid of those wrinkles, love. I thought the young were supposed to keep old ones such as you youthful." Perie walked around the room, but ended up standing behind him, fingers threading through his dark hair.
"Why are you here, Perie?" He had missed seeing her, but her presence concerned him. If she found him here, what was going on back in Everett? The bond with Viktoria was still strong no matter where in the world he was, but he kept his attention close to it while he was away.
"To see you, of course. Why are you here?" She sat down in his lap. "Surely you have not decided to leave your lot behind." Perie knew he had not, but teased the fallen angel anyway.
"I needed a moment to myself," He said. He didn't consider her being here an invasion of that and she knew it.
"So lost you are. The determination and focus is still there, but you have lost some of the power and control you so crave. The little one will not allow you to hold onto all of it as you are accustomed to."
Azazeal didn't look at her. "Control is difficult to release once you've secured it." Not to say that he'd ever had it with Viktoria, but over his life? He'd had that at one time. His orders were planned out for him and he knew his purpose. Now he did not know what he would be doing in another decade much less a century.
Perie kissed each of his cheeks and lastly his lips. "Power was once what you craved, but that is not all you seek now. You've found something else we cannot give you."
"Were you sent here?" He wanted to know if he needed to be worried or not.
"I was not, but that does not mean others will not be."
"I know."
They sat there for a several minutes saying nothing. Azazeal was in a mood and she was not going to anger or upset him. Finally, Perie took away his drink from him and drank the rest. Smiling one of those coyish smiles he was often fond of, she stood. "Do not be a stranger, love. I will always come when you call for me."
In an instant, she was gone and Azazeal was alone again. He wouldn't stay in London for very long, but he would enjoy the solitude while it was available.