((So my auto-correct is utterly convinced that Andras is Andes and Sameal is Samuel, I think I went through and changed anything incorrect, if you do see these errors anywhere I do apologize and if you let me know I shall fix them for you, cause no one should have there name wrong :) ))
Maybe Heyel never thought I had it in me, maybe he was just embarrassed to have an overly emotional son, I really don’t know and hell, I probably never will. I also don’t even care. They say the reason Heyel and I fight all the time is because we’re the same. I use to hear them all the time when I was younger, they said I was exactly like him, his shadow, that I was truly my Father’s son and for a while I’d liked that. I’d wanted that. I’d wanted so much to be accepted by him and what better way could there be then to be him? That plan hadn’t really worked though, I’d realised fairly quickly that Father and I would never see eye to eye. We clashed on everything, our anger rising and escalating in moments, feeding off each other until the both of us were left screaming in the middle of Trenus. We are different in many ways, yet in many more we are the same and I’ve accepted that, finally. I’ve accepted that I am his shadow and that for as long as I live I will be stuck as that. I can never, never live up to him or out-do him. I might be the Angel Prince but I won’t ever be King- not like him. I’ll be remembered as the son that did everything wrong, the one whose Father was never proud of him and hell, I do resent him, I resent him for being too- Great. I can’t BE him, I can’t emulate him and I’ve given up trying. I’d be remembered alright- but it would be for me. I’d be remembered as the damn Demon-Slayer of Moladion because the way I was going the only thing I hated more in this life then Heyel and his glory- was this bastard in front of me- all of them, for what they did and what they do. We didn’t start this war, we did nothing and that was our first mistake. We should have killed Baphomet the moment he took Iromar, couldn’t have been hard, I just ran right in didn’t I?
My jaws lunged from him, aiming to tear his face apart, not that you’d be able to tell the difference, more red on black, how fitting. I saw nothing, heard nothing except the rush of blood in my own ears. I’d never believed all-out rage could be this powerful, I’d never understood how it could be so blinding- yet I was beginning to. I had no desire other than to tear him apart and release Micteca, to send the girl running back to Moth where she belonged. Why the hell would they take her anyway? She isn’t of any use, she has no training. Maybe one day one of them would actually steal something that could hurt them back instead of a heavily pregnant female, a healer and Moladion’s smallest wolf. Yes, great effort there. Not that it mattered, not really. I was beyond caring anymore. I had a target, I had an enemy and I had what I’d been searching for my entire life- someone to blame. And damn it was easy to blame. I had no idea who the imbecile was I was aiming to maul and I didn’t care, he was touching my Art Sister, violating her as they did my soul and that was enough. Yet Fate is apparently kind, fate watches over the Angels of this earth and two very exciting things happened so quickly I barely had time to register them. One moment my fangs were aimed perfectly to gouge his eyes out and the next they had connected solidly with flesh, slicing into the neck of something white, so white in fact, that for a moment I was given to wonder if I had miscalculated so poorly I had somehow bitten myself. Ridiculous really, given the fact I felt no pain.
The miracle of this first event was something else entirely- a realisation that happened within mere milliseconds, a scent I’d memorized flooding my nostrils along with the scent of fur and blood and I think, without going into significant detail, that I may well have reached a level of rage so incomprehensible I wouldn’t have noticed if my body was on fire and Heyel was dancing around me with dyed pink fur. All I smelt was him, all I realised was that the creature within whose neck I had implanted my fangs- was the one. The very imbecilic moron of such incomparable idiocy that had taken my Imprint from me under the ridiculous load of lunacy that she ‘wasn’t being fed enough.’ Freak. As far as I was concerned I was going to rip chunks of his flesh off and feed it back to him until he drowned in it. Yes, yes, let’s see how much you like that. Ok- maybe I was a bit angry, I have the right and hell, I slammed my paws into the earth, bracing my body as I aimed to clamp my jaws down with every bit of strength I had before launching my head and neck from side to side with enough fury to rip his from his shoulders- or attempt to. I aimed to do entirely as much damage as I could- oblivious to the wolves behind me and around me for now. I was going to kill him here and now- damn self-preservation and anyone watching was sure to see it. Either someone was going to forcibly remove me- or I was going to maul him apart. The second act of fate today was that Micteca cried out, my body shifting sideways automatically, still aiming to hold onto him in any way I could, or at least keep a piece of his neck as a souvenir. I felt his own fangs snap at me, I have no idea if he bit me or not, I think he did, somewhere near my shoulder, Micteca’s scream having resulted in my form moving via sheer reaction to avoid anything truly serious. A bite is a bite- I was sure to get plenty of those in the next few moments. I was going to finish this here and now.
Well- I can only assume I would have, I was evenly matched with the confused Angel who had violated my soul, his efforts to overpower me getting him little to nowhere when teeth clamped down against the scruff of my neck and truly, truly I must be my Father’s son if the first thought within my mind was why the hell someone was attacking my scruff when they could have had access to my spine. Rookie mistake. The flesh of the Confused Angel was ripped free from my jaws, though truly I hopped to take a piece of him with me and leave him more than a bleeding neck. Hopefully I hit a damn vein and he could go bleed to death in a hole somewhere. My mind wasn’t right, it wasn’t thinking, rage is a shocking thing and one so easily converted to another, the pressure released from my scruff and I spun instantaneously, my own snarl slamming into his, jaws launching towards the nicely positioned shoulder of Baphomet. Alpha, not Alpha, I could hardly tell the difference. Let’s see if we can make him bleed to. I snapped and pulled back, heckles raising to meet his own as he garbled out some command, seeking to push my own form back as lips peeled back from bloody fangs held with threat towards him. I never really knew what was good for me. A smirk lifted itself across my lips, violet blue eyes still wild with blood lust and very little control, although enough it would seem, too still manage a few chosen words. Sameal. I wouldn’t forget that as I focused on the Alpha male.
"What?! Your little wolf can’t fight his own battles? Afraid I was going to tear his head off? Is that why you stopped me? Cause poor little Sameal got some teeth in his neck? He deserves it, you deserve it, get the hell out of my way and let me finish what that fool started. Go back to bed Baphomet, only place your useful- and you- Sameal, tuck you tail like a coward and crawl off to a healer or come here and show me you’ve got a damn backbone. I don’t reckon I felt one."
Evidently I was on a roll today and evidently, once more, my Father thought I couldn’t handle it, his voice cutting through the mist and fog, even stopping that Andras fellow in his tracks (though I did notice he took two more steps, cocky much?) I didn’t care, my paws sliding back over the border line, heckles still lifted and jaws fairly foaming as my tail lashed and Heyel managed to show me up with his threat. One of the Demons was talking, a girl with red paws, shouting something about dancing, nobody seemed to pay her much attention and from the looks of her she wasn’t even fully grown, I offered a bloody grin in her direction as she attempted to offended Heyel with something about his age. Why do they keep doing that? It’s as if they think he isn’t aware of his own age. Other then that, I was content to ignore all the other words that were exchanged, eyes finding Sameal once more. I had only one target and if I had to murder everyone else to get to him- so be it. Besides, now it was even more personal, my shoulder was bleeding.......I don't like being touched.
AZRAEL
"5 years ~ No Mate ~ Soul of Andromeda ~ Heyel x Zeivah ~ 41in 177lbs ~ Diveen " 