With Obsidian missing, Zeldris has brought together his strongest and most trusted allies to assist him on his hunt for both his beloved girlfriend and traitor sibling. With both friends and foes joining his noble cause, the prince leads his valiant...
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Azrael sat hunched over on the floor with his room in complete disarray as he tried to ease his explosive emotions. His bedroom had been turned into a war zone and he didn't even seem to care as all the tangible things were meaningless. Nothing mattered to him besides Her. She was his only focus, his ambition and goal. Making her happy was all that mattered—but it seemed that was one of many things on his long list of failures.
For the past twelve hours, he'd been at it having a fit after his attempts to make things right with Obsidian were met with her refusal to talk about the events of the previous night. She'd completely shut down on him and Azrael was at a loss of how to fix things now. His seduction attempts had been met with a swift, righteous foot and just talking to her seemed to bring out the nastiest, evilest bout of fury that equally turned him on yet frightened him.
Azrael put the liquor bottle to his lips and sloppily took a long drink before shattering the empty bottle against the far wall. It had been quite a long time since he'd consumed alcohol to the point of inebriation and the feeling was like an old friend's embrace comforting him. Things hadn't been as easy as Azrael'd predicted which only made more trouble for him.
He ran a hand through his bright hair with a long sigh. How was he losing himself so much? So easily?
He stared off into the distance as his mind raced a mile a minute. Maybe he'd been too harsh on Obsidian given his own circumstances. He felt a sense of hypocrisy seeing the way he was behaving just as she had. A part of him felt guilty about what he'd done and the way Obsidian had rejected him. Rejection wasn't in Azrael's vocabulary. And the fact that she'd chosen comfort in Helia and Dalmaroz filled him with murderous rage that begged to be released.
Kill them all. Kill them all and be done with it!
As much as he wanted to, Azrael was smart enough to know that Zeldris being the Demon King's representative gave him an advantage. If it wasn't for the power he held, Azrael would have no qualms over taking out the residual Commandments and their allies, but unfortunately, fate was a cruel reminder of his failures. Being in possession of only one commandment, he and Meliodas were still in no position to do much regarding their plans which also helped frustrate him. Nothing was ever straight forward, was it?
Just be patient and the right time will come.
He desperately wished to believe the sentiment to be true, deep down he felt a strange feeling clutching his insides. It was a feeling unknown to him and he desperately tried to shake it as a cloud of doubt began to rain down on him. With the strange sensation growing in the pit of his stomach, Azrael came to the realization of what this disgusting feeling was and it only made him angrier.
Failure wasn't an option. He had to win at all costs or forever be crucified for his weakness.
A knock at the door made him tense up. Now was not the time for visitors and whoever it was on the other side should know better than to interrupt when he was in a mood.
