The only image of Azrael I had as from the memory that Marco let me see in his last moments, so seeing the actual person in real life was both astonishing and horrifying. The sight of him was pure amazement and simply for lack of a better word, angelic. The horrifying part came from what signified him as the cause of the blood I stood in.
This figure was the same as what I first saw of him. Same silver hair, same earrings, same clothing. The only thing that was different that what I saw from the memory was that his clothing was now painted along the right half of his body with blood. Angel blood.
The angel looked at me with a cold stare. His eyes had no remorse for what he did. Slowly, the angel dimmed the light coming from him until he was only illuminated by the sun itself. It was then that I could tell that his skin was plan and almost looked demonic to me. This sent a shiver down my spine.
"So," I finally uttered out, "I take it that you're Azrael."
Azrael stayed silent for a short while before finally speaking.
"A demon..." his words were cold and void of any emotion. "To what reason should I answer that question."
"Answer it." I spitted out as I began to clench my fist.
Once again he was silent before speaking, almost as if he was in deep thought about his answer.
"You are correct. I am the Angel of Death. My name is Azrael."
That was all I need to hear before my fist, now ignited, went straight towards Azrael. I was ready to have my fist make contact with his face, but I should have known it wouldn't have been that easy.
Effortlessly, Azrael dodge the fist and ready one of his own into my gut. Unfortunately, I was unable to dodge his attack and was struck hard in the stomach with a force stronger than anything I felt before. The worse part was that Azrael had used his other hand to keep me in place as I felt the full shock of his fist, forcing me to cough up blood as he allowed my body to drop to the ground.
Once I was on the ground, Azrael looked down on me pitifully and began to walk away. Before he was able to get more than a few feet away, I was starting to get back on my feet to continue what I started. Soon, he realized that I was still alive and turned around to face me once again, now with my entire right arm covered in fire. I probably had a look of killer intent in my eyes, but his face didn't reveal anything of the sort to me.
"I see you're still alive." Azrael began to say, "Not many have survived the fist of an angel and live to tell about it."
"Well you're aren't the first one I've faced."
Now his face had a look of slight surprise on it.
"If so, who was the first you faced?"
I almost lost myself to rage due to the fact that he was forcing me to remember what I had to do the night I learned his name. I looked straight into his eyes and recited the sentence that I never wanted to repeat to myself.
"I killed the angel named Marco," I pointed my inflamed fist towards him, "and I'm going to kill you next."
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The Devil's Hand
General Fiction"So anyway, here's the deal, you're probably going to die here if nothing is done. So I have a little proposition for you. I can save your life right now if you want, but it'll cost you. All you have to do is work for my master. Simple, right?" the...
