begging for a merciful death. Azamel walked over and grabbed him by the hair. The blood drenched strands stained his fingers as Mel pulled at it. He bent down and snarled in his face.
“Where is he?”
The creature’s whining response was barely audible through his cries for mercy. He coughed up blood and some unspeakable matter.
“I don’t know! ”
The amount of torture the creature endured and still denied any knowledge of Xon convinced Mel of his ignorance. He deserved mercy after the days of agony, despite the lack of it the creature showed to his own victims as he tortured them in pleasure. With cold, unfeeling eyes, Azamel allowed his fingers to elongate into a sharp, deadly claw and ripped across the condemned’s neck, almost severing his head.
As his body sagged, Mel cut the bounds and the body dropped in a bloodied mess to the sanguine stained floor. He watched until the last guttural sounds died and the body became limp and cold. He deserved more than he got for the pains he inflicted on others. Mel just wished he could have gotten the information they needed as well.
With a slight shrug, Mel left the room and the desecration behind. He could have flashed directly to his private space but he needed the exercise to ground himself. He felt nothing for the life he ended. A creature such as he deserved to die for his heinous crimes.
However, the frustration and anger because he failed to trace the fucker that had the stone caused him to be on edge.
Clarissa stood and took the black shimmering ball with her, deciding to return to her assigned quarters. As she stepped into the hall, she saw Azamel walking. His clothes were splattered with blood and other viscous fluids. She felt sickened at the thought of what he did to get that way. Averting her eyes, she headed back towards her designated suite, wondering if that was what he ate or what he played with. Either way, she did not want to know.
As Mel glanced up, he saw Clarissa retreat hurriedly to her room. He cursed inwardly, realizing his appearance must have shocked her. Deciding not to approach her in his current condition, Azamel stalked to his chambers, flashed naked and got under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded down his body and he relished getting the stench of decayed demon off of him. After a long time under the warm jet, he got out, dressed in black slacks and an Oxford shirt. His hair still damp from the shower but feeling much better overall, he headed to her room and softly knocked on the door.
Clarissa’s mind continued repeating how she saw him in the hallway. She tried to block it out. Hell she had seen worse, so what was the big deal now? It could be because she thought of him with a certain mystique and did not know what to make of his recent appearance? Perhaps she just so shaken up by the fact that he appeared so disheveled in his own home that took her by surprise? Changing out of her exercise outfit into a halter and mini skirt, she sat on the couch in the room as she eyed the orb when she heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Using his powers to unseal the door which swung open in one silent move, Mel stood there as still as a statue as he just stared her. Deciding she would not bolt in terror from his earlier appearance, he slowly moved into the room and approached her.
“Have you been using the recording globe?”
She frowned and bit her tongue to prevent eliciting a snide comment. Instead she put on a stoic demeanor and looked at him all shiny and clean. “Yes.” As she stood and advanced on him, she lifted her chin. “Does the teacher want to check my homework?” ‘Okay, I could not resist being snide after all.’
He gave her a peeved look. “This is no joking matter. I am giving you all the tools to help you in this quest and you mock me?” He curled his lip and snarled at her. “You are entirely welcome to leave and do this on your own sweetheart”
“Joke, you
“Where is he?”
The creature’s whining response was barely audible through his cries for mercy. He coughed up blood and some unspeakable matter.
“I don’t know! ”
The amount of torture the creature endured and still denied any knowledge of Xon convinced Mel of his ignorance. He deserved mercy after the days of agony, despite the lack of it the creature showed to his own victims as he tortured them in pleasure. With cold, unfeeling eyes, Azamel allowed his fingers to elongate into a sharp, deadly claw and ripped across the condemned’s neck, almost severing his head.
As his body sagged, Mel cut the bounds and the body dropped in a bloodied mess to the sanguine stained floor. He watched until the last guttural sounds died and the body became limp and cold. He deserved more than he got for the pains he inflicted on others. Mel just wished he could have gotten the information they needed as well.
With a slight shrug, Mel left the room and the desecration behind. He could have flashed directly to his private space but he needed the exercise to ground himself. He felt nothing for the life he ended. A creature such as he deserved to die for his heinous crimes.
However, the frustration and anger because he failed to trace the fucker that had the stone caused him to be on edge.
Clarissa stood and took the black shimmering ball with her, deciding to return to her assigned quarters. As she stepped into the hall, she saw Azamel walking. His clothes were splattered with blood and other viscous fluids. She felt sickened at the thought of what he did to get that way. Averting her eyes, she headed back towards her designated suite, wondering if that was what he ate or what he played with. Either way, she did not want to know.
As Mel glanced up, he saw Clarissa retreat hurriedly to her room. He cursed inwardly, realizing his appearance must have shocked her. Deciding not to approach her in his current condition, Azamel stalked to his chambers, flashed naked and got under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded down his body and he relished getting the stench of decayed demon off of him. After a long time under the warm jet, he got out, dressed in black slacks and an Oxford shirt. His hair still damp from the shower but feeling much better overall, he headed to her room and softly knocked on the door.
Clarissa’s mind continued repeating how she saw him in the hallway. She tried to block it out. Hell she had seen worse, so what was the big deal now? It could be because she thought of him with a certain mystique and did not know what to make of his recent appearance? Perhaps she just so shaken up by the fact that he appeared so disheveled in his own home that took her by surprise? Changing out of her exercise outfit into a halter and mini skirt, she sat on the couch in the room as she eyed the orb when she heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Using his powers to unseal the door which swung open in one silent move, Mel stood there as still as a statue as he just stared her. Deciding she would not bolt in terror from his earlier appearance, he slowly moved into the room and approached her.
“Have you been using the recording globe?”
She frowned and bit her tongue to prevent eliciting a snide comment. Instead she put on a stoic demeanor and looked at him all shiny and clean. “Yes.” As she stood and advanced on him, she lifted her chin. “Does the teacher want to check my homework?” ‘Okay, I could not resist being snide after all.’
He gave her a peeved look. “This is no joking matter. I am giving you all the tools to help you in this quest and you mock me?” He curled his lip and snarled at her. “You are entirely welcome to leave and do this on your own sweetheart”
“Joke, you
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