Poenus: How Azrael falls (BL)

The Dagger

Everything is for master, you fail then master won’t have any use for you anymore. That’s right you fail you die…..everything is for master.

It had took him days to memorize the layout of the palace for he had never been in a place bigger than his master’s mansion. One thing he didn’t like was the palace was very open as if they didn’t mind storms that might come. The walk to the entrance was lined with floating arcs of marble and gold etched with glyphs that would glow at night, the entrance itself didn’t have a door as the throne room could be seen, the throne made of gold and silver was shaped like a clam circular in shape as if it was made for comfort. The room was made of marble with flecks of gold, the ceiling was shaped as a dome covered with stained glass procuring the country’s symbol filtering the room with purple and green.

Behind the throne were huge double doors leading to a corridor lined with marble columns, several arcs were connected to the corridors with symbols like the ones at the country’s insignia. He guessed that these symbols indicated who resided there. The arcs were different colours, there was one that was pitch black and another was crimson red. Several towers spread out in the perimeter he tried entering some but they were heavily protected by guards, dining areas were placed in pavilions water gardens often surrounding them. Not only did the palace display riches it displayed power as well, magical glyphs and circles were placed almost everywhere and their security was tight it was almost impossible to break in, he started to doubt his master’s belief in him.

“It would be easy dear flower, just like the previous ones. You won’t disappoint your master won’t you?” 

Yes his master believed in him, he can’t afford to give up now. Discreetly ditching the servant’s uniform he put on his beige cloak covering his body except for his legs. Checking his pockets he pulled out bandages and proceeded to cover half of his face and legs. He ditched his shoes and padded through the hallways barefoot. He winced as a jolt of electricity shot through him, lifting a tan finger he traced the gem embedded just below his collarbone something his master placed on him the night he left. His master said it was necessary and would help him thus he didn’t think much of it. However since he arrived at this country it would behave strangely, often sending jolts of electricity.

He shook his head, he shouldn’t be distracted while in a mission, it took him almost a week to memorize the palace layout and another one to make preparations. Memorizing the patrols, and routines of the servants and generals, what pissed him was his target didn’t seem to have a routine and did things randomly. The only thing that he could get was she often slept till noon (unless one of the general’s would wake her) and that no guards were posted at her quarters making things easy for him. So sticking close to the ceiling he made his way to her quarters, as expected not a single guard was posted in front of the massive double doors. He smirked, completely amused he had met people like her arrogant fools.

Slowly holding onto the rope connected to the dagger embedded on a marble pillar he lowered himself but scrambled back up when the doors opened revealing the raven haired general. He narrowed his eyes, to think that he would choose this day of all days to wake up the queen. He cursed himself, he just wanted a quick job, sneak into her room and slit her throat while she was still sound asleep but with that damned general he doubt he had the time to defeat them until they’ve called for reinforcements. So he contemplated on waiting until the general would leave, but the raven haired man did not and stood there for almost an hour and a half. He was getting frustrated and perhaps a little fearful if he did fail he would either die or escape and receive punishment from his master.

"You won’t disappoint your master won’t you? "

Just then the target appeared gritting his teeth he weighed out his options and found out he had no choice. He missed the glance thrown his way as the pair were leaving he jumped down swiftly, years of practice and application made his landing silent. Silently revealing a dagger from his cloak he threw it at the blonde haired female, a shift in the air and he found his dagger deflected at his direction his instinct made him dodge and catch the dagger mid-air. His eyes widened, he was sure that the general didn’t have his sword earlier, but the said man was now glaring and pointing his sword at him. He recognized the sword as the one etched on the pitch black arc, half of the blade was black while the other was red its hilt was also pitch black the right side curving upwards and left downwards. Two pairs of lilac orbs were trained at his direction suggesting that the pair were perhaps related. If looks could kill then he would’ve died moments ago, the scarred general was glaring fiercely at him whilst the golden haired queen had a calm expression they were complete opposites that it was hard to believe that they were even related.

He hissed in pain as a jolt was sent through his body, it was much stronger than the previous ones that he almost missed the raven haired general lunged at him he sidestepped in the last second earning a cut in his cloak. Swiftly he procured another dagger strapped on his arm ran to the female, completely ignoring the general. The man was not a target thus he had no reason engaging with him and he needed to finish his mission quickly and the general was proving to be a nuisance. He knew that his target was a warrior so he didn’t give her a chance to reach for her weapon strapped onto her back. Throwing his dagger not really at her as the red wire connected to it wired itself to her arm, he tugged at it closing their distance and grabbing another dagger he attempted to hit her head but she ducked tugging her arm back completely obilerating their balance causing him to fall forward at her. Taking the opportunity he slammed her onto the floor straddling the female and pinning both of her arms. She struggled and almost managed to push him off he was a bit surprised at her strength, the jewel seemed to get warmer but he ignored it and almost succeeded at stabbing her if it wasn’t for the hand that tugged on his hair.

He let out a yelp as the hand pulled harder completely prying him off the female. He lifted both of his arms clawing at the hand at his hair as he was dragged off to a safe distance away from the blonde. His scalp hurt and the jewel was painfully hot by now, tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes but he refused to let them fall. A scream tore out as white hot pain was felt throughout his body as if millions of volts of electricity struck him to the core. He lay there at the cold marble floor gasping at the pain his vision blurry completely unaware of the two figures approaching his quivering figure.

He felt his body stand but he had no control over it his entire body hurt but he could not stop it from moving. He could see the female shouting desperately at her general and the said man put his hand on his shoulders as if to stop him from moving. He could feel something at the pit of his stomach waiting to be released, his arm acting on his own held a dagger and with speed he didn’t know he had the dagger had penetrated the muscled arm of the general. Said man jerked back but not before he had sent a kick to his stomach sending him almost twenty feet away.

He could only watch as his body controlled by something unknown strode over to his target, her face was still calm and she was muttering under her breath, she reached over to her weapon a double headed spear and lunged at him, his body dodged her every strike with speed and agility far surpassing his own. She surprised him as her hand held out and tore out his cloak leaving him half naked. She gasped and pushed him down onto the floor with incredible strength that he could feel his bones breaking from pressure.

She screamed something and he found out he could not move, he felt a bit relieved because whoever was controlling his body right now didn’t seem to care about his limits. The golden haired female hovered over him worry evident in her face which made him confused after a few moments the raven haired general was also hovering over him. His ponytail had come undone as his inky black hair spilled over his shoulders, his chestplate held a dent on the stomach area probably from his kick earlier. He was frowning and seemed to be speaking words he could not comprehend, a hand was pressed on top of the jewel and both of them hissed in pain but he could feel that his control over his body coming back.

“Sorry for this” and before he could understand what he meant, lips were pressed into his own. A tongue was forcefully thrust into his mouth and he was too weak to resist, he felt lightheaded as the tongue seemed to explore every inch of his cavern it felt so different from the rough kisses he was used to. At the beginning it was harsh but the tongue invading his own wasn’t really that harsh it was gentle and very inexperienced exploring it until it found the cyanide pill at the back of his mouth. Pulling back the general spat the pill at the floor. Both of them had flushed faces from the lack of oxygen and he could feel pain below his collarbone, that was enough for him to pass out.

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That didn't go as planned as well, we're just at the second chapter and we already have a kiss.

Well that took a lot of weed to make it took me a lot of time writing the action scene since I have to consider even the tiniest details for it to sound interesting.

~YourGayMother