gonna wind up dead!!

He watched her, the way he always watched her. His attention was always stolen by her, the way she was, the way she moved, killed, and lived. Those icy orbs were always on Azriel, while those sinful honeyed pools were always melting for Lucifer. It was a cycle he had hoped broke when Lucifer chose a native woman as his wife. Elijah had not seen it coming, though maybe he was praying for an end to Azriel's heartache.The woman liked to pretend she didn't have feelings, but he knew her moods. He had grown up with her, as pups she had been emotionally not there, but he could see she still felt.

Watching her muddied frame now, he felt his body tighten and his pulse leap. She was vampiric, a wolf who would drink only blood - but he has seen her actually eat before. He was a wolf of many tastes, and if the circumstance called for it would be considered a cannibal, so he had no room to judge. In fact, none of Lucifer's Army could judge, each of them were killers. To Elijah, Azriel was the most beautiful killer, and the most lethal aside from Lucifer. He was willing to bet that if Lucifer had not wished to be the front man of the rebellion, Azriel would have been the wolf to start their liberation. Lucifer had a bit more gall, and they followed him. As the king's son he had a natural dominance others would have to work at.

Azriel finished with the portion of the animal she cherished, holding the body between her paws as though it were a pup she was singing to sleep, he watched the barely visible Azriel set her trap. He has seen this before, with their enemies. Azriel would kill and arrange some prey animal to appear asleep, and she would cover her white fur in the mud, even her face, and when the enemy got close enough she would snap and come at them. This tactic worked for her over and over, and Elijah had seen enough to know the holes in her plans. Using his muscled frame, Elijah jets down the bank, leaps over the creek and skids in the mud right passed Azriel, scooping the rabbit up and barely giving the woman time to realize he was there before he was streaking away. He knows better than to look behind him, she would be right there and in a few moments the mud-drenched heatheness would be snapping her heinous teeth at him.

ADULT - MALE - NO KIDS - NO WIFE - LUCIFER'S HELLION - MALIGNANT FELICITY