Zemblanity

Chapter 12

Warning- Mature Content Ahead

She entered Majesta with the intention to find a distraction from the things she just witnessed but here she found someone whose presence alone pulled at her heart in ways she is too scared to figure out.

Azrozan looked shorter than his original height as he sat on the stool, his back hunched as he leaned on the counter. She walked towards the bar with her mind set on ignoring him.

"Whiskey; make it Jack." She said as she took a seat right next to the Archfiend who looked at her with longing.

"Fancy to see you here, does you fiancée know you're out of the area?" Azrozan's teasing was borderline bitter. Seraphina stayed quiet which intrigued Azrozan to a point where he turned completely towards and rested his hand on her arm.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked; concerned. Somehow that question made her snap.

"No Azrozan, I am not okay! I am being married off to a deranged nymphomaniac who also happens to be a sadist. I just saw my sister and best friend kiss each other like their life depended on it when she is less than a month away from being married." She snapped.

"I have a plan to run to the Area in Exile but I am shit scared and here I am drinking trying to distract myself but you're here and my heart and mind are doing crazy things by being in your vicinity!" by the end of it, Seraphina had few tears running down her face, her blue eyes turning a slight red.

Azrozan was surely caught off guard by the sudden outburst from the usually collected Berretta. Before he could stop himself; his fingertips slowly wiped the escaped tears from her face. He didn't miss the sharp intake of her breath the moment their skin came in contact.

"Talk to me my fervent angel, I wanna help you." He whispered with expertise. She locked eyes with him and lost herself in the dark they held.

"It's too much to talk about. I don't think I can get through it." She whispered still lost in his dark.

"Tell me my sin, how can I help?" he asked softly, her eyes closing for moment at the clear show of emotion in the dark eyes.

"You can't my murk, no one can help me." She said opening her eyes again. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips watching her take another sharp breath; their drinks and the rest of the crowd forgotten.

"Try me my damnation." He said with covetous hands still caressing her face.

"I need a distraction from everything. I need a moment of bliss where I am not reminded of my marriage, my sister or that damn tattoo on my arm, can you give me that Azra?" she challenged.

He let out a smirk and his hand travelled down to her neck; he cupped the side of her neck, his thumb pressed lightly on her barely present Adam's apple.

"Of course I can Sera. But the question is, are you willing to let me do that?" he asked.

They both knew what the question meant; they intended for it to be that way.

"Yes." The consent given, Azrozan pulled her out of the club and to her car.

They drove in silence with both their hands intertwined by the gear console; occasionally separating when it needed to be changed. Azrozan drove at a manic speed to get to his destination, letting his sin caress his hand in assurance of her presence.

They reached their destination sooner than either of them had anticipated.

"Devilry; we're in the Archfiends land?" Seraphina asked once she saw the name of the hotel.

"Technically it belongs to the Heathens but we're trying to take it." He said and exited the car.

Seraphina entered the room with Azrozan following behind; he closed the door and leaned against it. He observed Seraphina as she looked around the room. Their eyes locked and in a moment she basically attacked him through a bruising kiss.