Many many many centuries ago...
Azrael couldn't describe this feeling as anything other than emptiness.
His body was numb as a bottomless void had opened up where his emotions were supposed to be.
He didn't feel hunger, he didn't feel thirst. He couldn't even remember when he had gotten up from his bed or the reason why he had felt the urge to do so? No, all he knew is that he has been sitting there in the floor of his house for quite some time, breathing his silent shallow breaths.
His mind jumped from topic to topic so fast he could hardly focus...
*Was it morning?*
*Night?*
*What became of A—?*
...his thoughts screech to a violent halt before he could speak that single name.
He only vaguely remembers waking up from a multi faceted nightmare of past memories, endless emotional regrets, and the unnerving scent of blood that's been hanging around him like an invisible shroud for months now since before...before...
He shivered violently as his breath puffed out from between his lips in clouds of frosted air. He shivers, but not from the cold...never the cold...he wished it was from the cold!
His cold temperature was a curse on all of Creation's life.
What humanity doesn't realize is that his touch of death is his own self-destructive prison that he can never escape from. It's a part of him...
As soon as he woke from that nightmare his panic riddled psyche was filled with the unwanted memories and horrifyingly dark thoughts, thoughts no Angel dares to think on in earnest. He KNOWS he's not all mentally there...given his job description the fact he hasn't snapped like LuLu or Gabriel on a bad day with no coffee is a bloody miracle driven by his stubborn willpower!
It doesn't stop the voices of his nightmares to whisper into his ears like a sirens song...
*The Library roof is high enough...they said...You do it all the time...they said...*
He clenched his eyes shut and covered his ears. "Shut up shut up shut up! Stop it stop it stop it! No more just stop tormenting me!"
*Just close your eyes and take one last swan dive off the roof...See if it's possible to end yourself.*
His breathing abruptly ceased in a sharp gasp. *Think of it as atonement for failing so many times...who's to blame in Aciano's suffering? Himself or the one who can take a life away with a single bare handed touch?!*
*No I...I...It's not...He...I-I couldn't. I can't...*
His own mind scolded him harshly. "You can't? Explain the reason for those who touched you and died unfortunate deaths days later from freak accidents and unforeseen murders? He was going to die regardless, but instead of showing him mercy you allowed him to willingly choose to end his own life by lingering on with months of silent suffering until he was nothing more than flesh and bone.*
*I...*
His mind screamed the words he wished someone would have screamed at him, but nobody ever did because how could they—especially when the person who wished it was Azrael?
*HE WAS A SKELETON! HE COULD HARDLY BREATHE AND YET HE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO WALK TO EVERY HOUSE AND GATHER THE TOWN LEADERS TO PLEAD HIS GUILTY SOUL TO THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! WAS IT REALLY HIS STUBBORN WILLPOWER OR WAS IT THE ANGELIC BLESSING OF TRUTH YOUR ELDEST BROTHERS BESTOWED UPON HIM? A BLESSING THAT IS SOOOOO CLEVERLY HIDDEN UNDER THE DISGUISE OF TEENAGE STUBBORNNESS? THAT IS THE TRUE CRUELTY OF HIS DEATH! A CRUELTY THAT YOU ALLOWED TO HAPPEN! AND LOOK AT YOU NOW—YOU'RE GOING CRAZY OVER THIS! YOU'RE SO CRAZY THAT YOU'VE DECIDED THAT TALKING TO YOUR OWN THOUGHTS IS BETTER THAN SEEKING OUT THE COMFORT OF YOUR SIBLINGS OR FATHER!*
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(Hazbin Hotel) Book 2: The Radio Family, Welcome to Hell!
FanfictionThis is a direct continuation of my first book. (Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't! I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
