It was midnight, rain poured down the streets of London. The faint sound of a boy's feet splashed in puddles as he ran through the street. Russian curses left his lips as the rain drenched his sweater. He couldn't wait for this assignment to end. He couldn't see his target anywhere. A tired sigh escaped as he slowed to a walk. He stared down empty alleyways in an attempt to find signs of his target.
Azrael stepped into an alleyway when he was suddenly slammed into the wall, back facing the attacker as his arms were pinned up. "Who sent you?" A man's voice spoke with a strong English accent. Azrael winced as his arm bled against the bricks. "Hell." He answered shortly. "Are you William King?" Azrael asked, trying to stay upright. "What's it to you shortie?" The man flipped Azrael to face him. A tall brunette man glared at him with a gun in his left hand.
Azrael watched the gun. "I'm not that short. Asshole. Unlike your-" Azrael was cut off by a punch to the ribs. "Shut up. Unless you want me to break you." as the words left the man's lips Azrael managed to pull his hand out from the hold. He kicked the man harshly. "Kinky? But I'm not into that." Azrael flicked a dagger from his pocket. A sudden bang and a sharp pain shot through Azrael's Body. He forgot to look at the gun.
"Fuck..." Azral swayed, getting up again, this time kicking the man's gun away and stomping the man's arm. "Not cool. That hurt." Azrael snickered to himself, holding his side. "Who sent you brat?" The man snapped. "Hell." Azrael smiled, his silver eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight. "Bullshit." The man charged and Azrael ducked away, kicking the man's leg. "Fine, Wyvern sent me, happy? You've been acting corrupt. So I'm gonna kill you, then I'll see you in Hell." Azrael smiled, spitting blood.
"Over my dead body brat." The man reached for the gun firing. "Good." Azrael dodged, shadows began warping. "Welcome to the dark." Azrael smiled as he grabbed the Shadows creating a scythe. He swung, the man scrambled away. Azrael spun the weapon darting forward, slashing the man. He smiled as the man crumbled to the ground with a scream. He raised the scythe, killing the man.
"Yay i'm all bloody now..." Azrael groaned, The shadows calmed. He cleaned up the body, calling his boss. "Hello, Target killed. I'll be home tomorrow." He spoke, discarding the corpse. "Good job-" Azrael heard a yell and flesh tear. "One second boss." Azrael hung up and investigated the sound. He froze as he stared into another Alleyway a man stood over a torn up corpse, arms covered in blood.
The man looked up, Toxic green eyes stared into Azrael's softer Silver ones. Azrael froze. "Who are you..." Azrael whispered. The man stared quietly before running away. Azrael watched relieved.
"Just who in Lucifer's name are you..."
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Fall For The Devil
ActionWhen your life is nothing but pain, you give in. Fall, let the dark reclaim you. That's okay we all fall into black eventually. Azrael was never one to make friends. He hated plenty. Growing up in a toxic church setting. Losing his sister when she w...
