In Control (SLOW UPDATES)

Side Ch: Limbo

Azrael pov:

My skin felt warm as I walked through the fiery hellscape. I smiled and greeted those around me, seeing other demons and devils alike greeting me back. Coming up to massive double doors I wave to the grim reaper doorman and wait for them to open.

When they do I guide the soul in through the doors, feeling it get much warmer than previous. Looking around I hand off the soul to a guard and spend a few extra minutes down here. Father wouldn't like it but I wanted to see if she was here.

Batting my wings I fly out of the doors and wave a goodbye to the grim doorman. Most of this place was desolate land with Kingdoms of torture on different pillars of existence. On the other side there was beauty in it still, even if father says there wasn't.

Flying up to the first pillar I see an empty and vast landscape, dry and withering mountains littering the plane. Looking up I could see dark clouds blocking off a star filled night sky. Sensing her near I fly closer to her presence.

Seeing her lonely figure up top the peak of a mountain I slowly descended down to her. Seeing me touch down made her roll her gorgeous Hazel eyes. Some say demons and devils are evil and horrifying but I thought the opposite.

"Hello my beautiful Amilia. How have you been?" My wings fluttered in nervousness as I moved to stand beside her sitting figure.

"Another day in hell, torture, suffering, and being lonely. What do you think?" She gave a smirk to me, setting my heart ablaze. She was God's most beautiful creation in my eyes.

"So you're having fun then. I'm glad you're happy." I chuckled and took a seat beside her. She rolled her eyes and casted her gaze out to the desolate land below us.

"How's heaven and its rules?" She snickered. My wings twitched when I thought about everything going on up there.

"Strict and stifling. I often wonder about a life away from it. Does no one think there is more than these two realms?" I tell her, thinking out loud on the last part. She giggles and my heart flutters.

"A goody two shoes like you wishing for a different life? You don't seem very grateful of God's plans for you." She said sarcastically, pointing to her mouth and faking a gag. I laugh and nod my head, looking out at the bare land.

"I am grateful for what he has done but… I am no Saint. After all, I am Azrael, the Angel of death." I mumbled. My mind goes over the countless lives I've had to reap for the 'greater good'.

"Is that why you were so glum a few hundred years back? It must be a hard job for someone of your stature. I know angels don't like to take lives." She rested her head on her knees, looking at me with a confused stare.

"Hm, I suppose. Though I haven't felt sad in quite some time." My eyes meet hers. I flash a smile to her and she scoffs, turning her head from me.

"Angels are cheesy." She giggled. My wings fluttered hearing her laugh, my belly full of feathers.

"Demons are beautiful." My hand slowly creeps over to hers, my fingers gently toying with hers.

Her eyes move to our hands, our fingers touching. She smiled and interlocked our pinkies, her eyes shining a brighter hazel. My wings spread out, one wrapping around her gently. Her little tail wagged slightly, the heat coming off her enough to boil water.

"You are ice cold." She laughed at me. Leaning back she relaxed against my wing, sighing when the coldness touched her heated flesh.

"You burn like the sun." I said quietly, tucking my wing around her more. She smiled and leaned into me more, resting her head on my shoulder.