Azazel

by Nameless

  It was slow, much slower than I was as I bounced back defensively. With its hulking great mass of fat it was no wonder it was slow but how was I meant to kill the thing? Maybe I could tame it and ride it like a horse? Perhaps I should just slay the damn thing seeing as it clearly wants to end my life.

  “Who are you calling Knob-head you vulgar brat?” Shouted elder Azazel as he appeared some distance behind me, arms crossed like he was seriously pissed at me for using bad language.

  Can you believe the cheek of that damn elder Az? He wouldn’t even let me reply to his damn question. Instead he continued to mutter on regardless of what I had to say to the prick.

  “This should prove a worthy test for you. A juvenile Snagler and judging by the smell of its breath it too has a foul mouth. Well it was bound to come eventually since I did smear your blood in its nesting ground. Take care younger Azazel it transforms when angry, you will not want to make it angry, not with your current strength.

  Die in Limbo or in Hell and there is practically no way to return. You will disperse into energy leaving a crystalized outline of your soul behind. Basically a small coin that can be used as currency in Hell, we call it ‘Ash’ money. Will save the explanation about economics until later, Oh here comes a Rumbler.”

  Elder Azazel seemed delighted about the possible fact I may die, maybe it was because I called him a knob-head. I only spoke the truth.

  Clearly he was not going to offer any assistance, then again it was my fight, like fuck I wanted him involved. This was my fun to be had so he can just stand there on the sandy dune and observe me kill this Snagler beast. He also mentioned that a Rumbler was on its way yet I couldn’t see anything else within my sight. It wasn’t exactly helping that I was dodging this Snagler as it constantly launched attacks at me with its mouth.

  Once more my body had become wrapped in a thin veil of electricity. Not as prominent as before. Unsure whether it was a defence mechanism my new body had learnt for when I encountered danger or an actual ability I could call forth and use. All I knew was that with that blade elder Azazel nearly lopped my head off with it seemed to make my body respond quicker, causing the weird electricity to grow. Perhaps it was just my own imagination; I wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the lighthouse, if you get my drift.

  “Hey elder Az can I borrow that switch sword of yours?” I asked nicely so he couldn’t complain.

  “Hmm… You should be learning to fight without weapons. Then again you are heavily reliant on weapons and the sword technically is yours.” Elder Azazel spoke softly unfolding his arms and doing a weird hand gesture.

  Clearly some kind of summoning trick as just like magic the blade appeared in elder Azazel’s right hand.

  Jumping around like a flea as I dodged this moronic overgrown mutts snapping attacks I began to wonder what elder Az meant. He said the sword was practically mine, either way I was not going to defeat the enemy in front of me or the hidden enemy without a weapon. God! What I would not give to have my guns. They would turn this lard ass dog into Swiss cheese.

  Blade landing in the sand behind me I leapt backwards to reclaim it as the lizard dog launched yet another attempt on my life. Clearly frustrated that it had yet to devour me it was having some kind of tantrum as it stomped around shaking its head. As it stomped the ground shook violently. Steam oozed out of its pores as it changed colour, from green to red. Perhaps this was what elder Az meant by not pissing it off. According to him I stood little chance of winning when it was angry. I could hardly see how letting off steam and changing colour made you into a better killing machine but since I had this blade gripped within my right hand it was time to unleash hell and have some wild, crazy fun.

  Before I could even make a move towards the hound elder Azazel saw fit to shout across to me in another polite tone.

  “Sorry to interrupt but I forgot to mention that the sword is now officially yours. Call it a present from me. I made it from smelting down your gun collection in the real world. I thought you would appreciate the kind gesture.”

  “You fucking did what?! I will clip your motherfucking wings you cunt!” I raged and as I did the lightning enveloping my body grew.

  No wonder I felt attached to the stupid sword. Wait a damn moment… The handle is made from my shotgun handle. Oh that bastard is so going to regret this, I will make you regret that decision you piece of bird shit. My precious guns! Soon as this Snagler drops dead I’m coming for you!

  Chapter seven: Child therapy

  Angrier than I had ever been in my life hearing that my precious guns were smelted down it seriously pissed me off. Bellowing into the fiery whirling skies above as rage filled me elder Az was practically laughing his damn ass off. He intended to piss me off. Bad mistake you winged fucker!

  Steam still oozing from the now red Snagler it began to form a deep mist across the sandy dunes. It had succeeded in turning the already frightfully hot desert into a damn sauna. Who the fuck wants to warm up an already sweltering hot place? This beast must have had an even worse IQ level than my own, which was shocking by the way.

  Mist filling rapidly around me that Snagler proceeded to tantrum as it raged, smashing its giant sized legs off the sand as it jumped around. And I thought I was pissed off? After a mere moment it all fell silent as the Snagler pounded the sand incredibly hard sending me flying into the air.

  “You’re seriously fucking me off too! All I wanted to do was investigate those ruins!” I screamed at the Snagler whilst gripping the sword tightly.

  Within that exact same moment I failed to realise or notice that something else had slipped deep within the mist. Crawling around in the cover of mist so dense it was like being in a stinky hot cloud that just continued to linger. Quickly falling back to the sandy depths my rage continued to fill, boiling over so much that my body was producing some serious voltage as huge sparks danced around playfully. Stood for not even a second the growing need to discharge this abundance of electricity became a sudden goal of mine. Like my brain had twigged something was not right. Picturing myself firing one of my beloved guns that that prick melted I became enthralled as to what happened next, it was just beautiful.

  Vast amounts of electricity began to converge into the sword, leaving my outer body before it then exploded forth, firing like a small condensed bolt of lightning. The screech of the bolt rang deafeningly through my ears. Holy crap I thought as the beam of lightning whizzed through the gapping mouth of the Snagler.

  What I witnessed was amazing, hilarious even. The Snagler’s head literally exploded like a bomb sending meaty chunks of brain matter high into the sky. Did I really do that? God damn this power is amazing, but also taxing on my new body as I suddenly felt as weak as a kitten.

  “Good job younger Azazel. Now you need to finish the Rambler. Word of caution. Do not get close unless you insist on being melted. Also…”

  “Fuck you prick and stick your patronising words up your ass you tosser!” I screamed at elder Azazel whilst falling onto the sandy floor with a great thud. Knee’s buckling.

  Obviously not ecstatic that I used vulgar words towards him elder Az folded his arms as wings sprouted from his back. Oh fuck! Forget about the Rambler, my ass was literally on fire as the winged asshole appeared in front of me and flew me into the air. Bending me over his knee he continued to smack my ass like he was disciplining a child.

  Ten times he hit me and I could swear he slapped the actual arse cheeks off my body. All I knew was that I sure as hell wasn’t sitting down for a week, a month, maybe even a year.

  “You wish to be vulgar and show you mentor no respect? Then I shall treat you like a child since you persist on acting like one. Now wash your mouth out with some sand.” Said elder Azazel calmly as he callously flung me head first towards the sands of Limbo.

  No matter how angry I was with that winged prick for smelting down my treasures, there was nothing I could physically do to get revenge. We were miles apart in strength, speed, agility, power and
skill. Hurtling towards the sandy floor with very little electricity flowing around my being I knew immediately that this was going to hurt, and oh boy did it.

  Several broken fingers, my nose bust once more and possibly several fractured ribs I began cursing elder Azazel through the dense shit smelling mist.

  “Did I perhaps hear more vulgar words towards me?” Said elder Azazel as he floated in the air beating his magnificent wings.

  No fucking way he heard me, I was muttering them under my breath.

  “No sir! Didn’t hear anything Vulgar from me sir.” I said shakenly whilst snapping my fingers painfully back into place. Tears forming in my eyes.

  “You are a pathetic liar young Azazel. I shall punish you after your fight.”

  I gulped at the thought. What was he going to slap off my body next. Even with fingers breaking my arse was still the most painful part of my body.

  Clutching the sword handle that had buried within the sand after I got flung the ground around me began to shake, bubbling even until the Rambler came crashing through, almost devouring me. If I had been a fraction to late in rolling out of the way I would have been worm meat.

  The Rambler was some kind of giant molten rock worm, just as large as the Snagler. All over its worm like shape were floating pieces of rock. In-between them must have been larva. Unlike a normal worm which had no eyes, this thing had plenty. Twenty of them scattered over its body, all glaring at me. It’s huge mouth always open had whirling rows of serrated teeth, as they moved around they sounded like a dentist drill. This beast looked incredibly deadly.

  Still greatly weakened from using that lightning discharge technique what was I meant to do this time? It made sense not to get close to it as the heat radiating from its body was staggering. I needed to use range attacks but with no ranged weapons thanks to some asshole I was screwed. No time left to think, the Rambler hurtled towards me at terrifying speeds.

  Chapter eight: Revenge served scythe cold

  Running for my life with a giant worm on my heels was not a great start to my day. Needing to think of something quickly it was hard to come upon within anything on the spot. Drained of energy from using the lightning bolt previously it was a miracle I could stand let alone run. Adrenaline was the only friend I had now since that cruel winged git wasn’t helping. Too busy rolling around in the sky laughing his arse off.

  Try as I possible could no more electricity would build within the sword or me for that matter. Racing up sandy blue dunes, almost losing footing, the worm just zigzagged through like it was an Olympic swimmer. Not a chance in Limbo I was asking a certain knob head for help, thought it seemed I didn’t need to as help went whizzing past my head, almost taking it off.

  Flying past me I hurried desperately towards it, no idea why since the scythe wasn’t even a ranged weapon. Stuck firmly within the soft sand a few feet ahead from me a thick metal chain coiled around the two meter long weapon. Finally a fucking light-bulb pinged in my retarded brain.

  Grabbing hold of the scythe as I hurtled by I immediately span around throwing the weapon at the worm, still in pursuit of me. With twenty blood shot eyes glaring at the Reaper weapon the worm dodged with such ease.

  “Just what I wanted you to do.” I said smugly before yanking the metal chain towards me.

  Longer than it looked the chain was a good twenty of so meters in length, it was fascinatingly long. Quickly thinking on the spot when I grabbed the weapon I coiled some of the chain around my hand before flinging the weapon. Predicting that the worm would dodge it then surely it wouldn’t have the chance or time to react to a weapon hurtling back like a boomerang and I was right, it didn’t. The scythe sliced it open like it was made from paper, insides spilling onto the desert sands I found myself becoming smugger than usual.

  Weapons at hand I watched in delight as the worm wiggled and thrashed in the red sand, its bodily organs and fluids streaming out of it. For all the torment it had put me through I was going to relish every moment of its death. Assuming it would just die if left alone I did exactly that. Left it to wriggle in anguish and pain with guts and organs spilling forth.

  Wide grin across my face it began to grow even wider as for some unknown reason elder Az lost his black magnificent wings and plummeted to the sandy floor with a huge thud. Rushing over as fast as I could I stood still watching as he, just like the worm wriggled around in agony, only he was clutching at his chest.

  This was finally my chance to get revenge on the bastard for everything. Oh how cruel fate must be to deliver you to me in such weakened conditions. Clutching both sword and scythe in my hands I walked over to elder Azazel, evil intentions running rampant through my mind. Kicking him onto his back I could see that he was clutching at his airways. He was gasping desperately for air, a problem with his lungs perhaps?

  “Well this is a lucky turn of events for me. Do you remember my precious gun collection you fucking asshole?” I continued to scream as many vulgar words as I could at him but in all honesty what should I do? Kill him or try and save him?

  Sword in one hand and scythe in the other, one offers life the other death. I was growing conflicted, the furiously deafening screeches of the Rumbler had all but died down, me presuming it was dead. As elder Azazel reached out and grabbed a hold of my right ankle he looked up at me.

  “Help… Me… Please.” He gasped as his face began to turn a light shade of blue.

  Kicking away his hand I smiled sadistically before then swinging down the weapon carving him into two. Black blood spurted high into the air splattering across my face and clothing. But I had done it. I did what I thought I had to do.

  Chapter nine: Angel string

  Blood soaking into my skin and my clothes I looked down at the mangled mess I had created. Elder Azazel’s body was cut down the front into two with the Reaper scythe. I stood motionless, bewildered at what was inside him. Able to immediately see what was causing him such distress and insufferable pain. From throat to stomach I had sliced him like an apple, just as he did for me to remove that repentance snake like object.

  Sure I was ready for killing the prick for what he had done to my guns but he wasn’t a bad guy. Now I needed to save him from the thin golden string weaving around all of his organs, bones and muscles. It was like a fishing line but gold in colour. What the fuck was it? Was it alive?

  Bending down to inspect the foreign element it was clear to see from my eyes that it was constricting around his muscles and several organs, mainly around his lungs. Still alive he was close to passing out, how he was even conscious was a fucking miracle. How much pain could this man tolerate? He had had this in his entire body the whole time he beat the shit out of me.

  “Don’t die on me you fucking prick! Don’t you dare fucking die! How am I meant to sow you back up without your flame powers? Let me see if I can get this string out of you.”

  Moving my hands closer to the string as I dropped both weapons elder Azazel grabbed my right hand tightly before speaking.

  “Don’t… Touch it! You will get… Infected too… You have already saved me… The Angel string shall… Stop constricting me shortly. Use your… Electric demon… Ability to sow me up.” Elder Az shortly passed out after saying such a long speech for someone with breathing difficulties.

  The electric bouncing around my body was barely strong enough to light a smoke. How was I meant to patch him up and without touching the Angel string? At least now I knew why demon weapons could not kill demons or people from Hell. Demon weapons clearly caused pain but they kept muscles, blood and cells in some kind of suspended animation, it was darn freaky. The black blood to spill from Azazel must have been something unnatural to his body because after a while it stopped spilling forth. Maybe the Angel string had something to do with the black blood.

  Ok now to try sowing this bitch up. Gah! This was frustrating as fuck! From what I had deduced was that the demon ability that I now possessed grew whenever I was pissed off, however I was still utterly ex
hausted from a while ago.

  Only one thing got me riled up and that was still the fact this cunt smelted my guns. Keeping my mind on that subject alone the electricity surrounding me grew ever so slightly. Gently pulling elder Az’s blooded skin together I tried to sear the grisly wound closed, noticing that he had several tattoos across his body, one more prominent than the rest as it was almost the size of his chest. It was some kind of blood skull drenched in black fire, a banner underneath reading Blood knight king. Whatever the fuck that meant. Looked cool though.

  Try as I may to sear the skin back together even if the muscles and veins were snapping back into place like some kind of weird Lego game it was going to take time as the electric was barely strong enough to sear the skin, but it was working so hope wasn’t lost.

  Not realising it yet but younger Azazel was in serious trouble as the Rambler he assumed dead was in fact alive, or somewhat alive. In the forty or so minutes that Azazel had been trying his very best to save the fallen angel something alive had spilled out of the Rambler, or rather many of them.

  Younger Azazel had not just sliced the giant worm open he had also sliced open some kind of egg sac. Lucky for him the monster wasn’t a demon or the scythe would have had little effect. The young worms of parasite nature had caught the scent of the dead Snagler nearby, all twelve of the green larva coloured worms needed a warm home to hibernate in until they were strong enough to fend for themselves so swishing across the sand they swam towards the carcass.