Poenus: How Azrael falls (BL)

The Dagger

He stared at the man before him blankly and said man stared back with a smile, it wasn't a kind one more like a sneer. The man before him wasn't human, he looked similar to the lilac eyed general he had fought earlier but at the same time not.

First off his hair was longer reaching his waist and it wasn't completely black either, he had highlights of red all over his only black mane while the general's hair was completely black and just reached his soldiers. Second, the man before him was pale, deathly pale as if it hadn't known the sun it's entire life. Third, though their faces were exactly the same with the scar and beauty mark in their right places, their eyes were not. The general's eyes were lilac, a contrast to his brooding nature. This man before him had pitch black orbs with no pupils, one look from the man seemed to suck away away life itself. Lastly this man had wings, something a normal human couldn't have. (though he remembered the wing etched on the general's breastplate) Large scarlet wings that he used to hug his body.

He wanted to ask who this man was and what were they doing in this stark white void, but the longer he stared at the man he doubted he would get any decent answers. So he just settled on either staring or ignoring him.

"You're lucky to be alive child"
His voice startled him a bit, it was a mix of velvety and raspy, something even he couldn't understand himself.

Child?

He hated that word, just because of his youthful face, petite frame and his height which was hard to admit, too short for a male of 19 winters.
He huffed completely annoyed, not only that he was getting frustrated and........ afraid. He had failed, what would his master say? and he was sure his real body was in a dungeon and he would be probably tortured to death when he woke up.

But there's a possibility that I'm dead now, sharing an afterlife with this strange man who seemed to do nothing but stare at me.

Well if he did die that would mean that his master was safe, he would accept this strange afterlife for he himself believed in no gods nor was a righteous man. He had killed enough of people to fill a mansion, but he had his reasons. As he would stab those bodies he would always remember how proud his master was for every kill, how there were no beatings or nightly visits for a month.

"Keep up the good work dear flower. You always make your master proud"

He lived for those words, to him his master was the sun. He had picked him up when no one wanted him, fed him and clothed him. Without his master he would be good as dead.

I miss Master....

He missed his master's touch, his kisses and caresses on his body. He shivered at the thought, he would remember his master's kind voice whenever he would come back from a mission.

"Thank goodness you're alive! But I guess that's what I should expect from the best."

"Are you hungry? Do you need a bath? Come on dear flower don't be shy, tell your master if you need anything."

And he would always smile kindly at him, embrace him, tousling his hair until they would end up in his master's room.

He buried his head on his knees, if it weren't for that damned general he would be in his master's mansion enjoying himself in his master's arms.
Speaking of the general, he sent a glare to the man who was still staring at him. The man cocked an eyebrow probably wondering about his change in attitude.

His brows furrowed as he remembered how the man had kissed him to retrieve the cyanide pill at the back of his mouth.

No one is allowed to kiss me except master, how dare he! He doesn't even know how to kiss properly...

He felt disgust and a little bit of pity, disgust at how the unfamiliar tongue had invaded him and pity because of how a man older than him was very inexperienced.

I wasn't his first kiss now am I?

He laughed at the thought, he couldn't deny that the man was attractive. (but his master was better) But with his brooding nature he doubt anyone would even want such a man as a partner, he looked too serious.

"Oh? Thinking of me now are you?"

He shot the man an incredulous look, there was no way that this man could read his thoughts

"I do, and you have some serious problems"

He tried his best to clear off his mind, completely enraged and annoyed that this man could read his inner fantasies.

"Really it's a wonder how we're compatible."

How in the world were they compatible?!

"That's why I said its a wonder."

He slumped back, completely giving up. He regretted what he thought earlier about accepting this afterlife.

Really a complete stranger could read my thoughts, I didn't mind the staring but at least let me keep my thoughts to myself

The man let out a laugh startling him completely that he fixed his posture and sent a pointed look at the man.

"You human's never fail to amuse me! Who said this was your afterlife? Child, you are too important to my Master to die. If you die then a part of him dies as well."

He felt relieved that this was not his afterlife. Because nothing is more worse than spending all eternity with a man who could read your thoughts.

" What are you talking about? "
For the first time he spoke to him and the man seemed glad to not do all the talking.

"I am saying that if it weren't for my Master then you would have a worse afterlife than this."
He waved his hand around gesturing to the stark white void.

He frowned, he had read a book called the Bible. Parts of it talked about this place called 'Hell' and how people would burn in the realm's fire. The Bible would always mention that people who had sinned would be sent there in their afterlife. But he had never thought much about it for he didn't believe in this one God or any gods for that matter. And burning for eternity wasn't really a good thought right now.

"Yes child, HELL is where you'll end up. But you are an anomaly in this universe you know? You were supposed to die but it seems like my Master has changed your fate."

"You're confusing me further." he furrowed his brows at him.

Yes he could just talk to avoid unnecessary thoughts

"To put it simply my Master saved you from your wretched fate"

He was about to ask things further when he found out he couldn't speak and the once empty void was regaining blobs of colour. His vision was slowly improving and he found himself staring at the all too familiar lilac orbs with the all familiar face of an all too familiar general.

"Even if it meant endangering his own."

The voice of the man was ringing in his head making him wince in pain.

"But he doesn't know that."

What?

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Yes our dear assassin has some serious psychological issues.