Poenus: How Azrael falls (BL)

The Sword

DRACO

After the assassin had left everyone left the pavilion as well wishing to not talk about it further, the incident had left a blow in their hearts as they remembered their past. It was one of those days when the queen and the generals would either lock themselves in their rooms or get out of the palace. Despite the heavy feeling in his chest he still attended his court duties, out of all of then he was always the one to have a steady mind in these kinds of situations. Since the queen was absent it was only natural that he, her right hand man would take over. He couldn't afford to let feelings get in the way, they were ruling a country now not just a legion. It wasn't just hundreds of people, it was thousands.

No one questioned the queen's absence as rain came pouring down and the occasional claps of thunder and flashes of lightning would light up the dull gray skies. He was mostly in a daze through the entire meeting, if it weren't for Sasha snapping him out of his daze, he was thankful as she would often pass him little notes of what was happening or what were they discussing. Truly his attendant was there through his beck and call.

The meeting was finished after another two hours and he found out he couldn't even remember a single thing about it, Sasha seeing his distress sighed and handed him a pamphlet and he looked at her confused.

"You've been distracted lately so I took notes, hopefully it would help you later on."

He sighed and thanked her as they made their way to his quarters, the sun had already sank and the rains have stopped but a few clouds lingered on. At night the enchantments on the palace would glow giving it a rather ethereal atmosphere, moon glyphs floated in between the columns harnessing the moon's light, though the palace was pretty open these floating glyphs protected the elements from entering, so no one was bothered if a storm came as the glyphs prevented the harsh winds and rain.

Entering his room Sasha helped him off his armour and set out his sleepwear which were just plain linen pants and a cotton long sleeved shirt. He dismissed the attendant as it was getting pretty late and he didn't want her losing sleep. After changing he plopped down his bed hugging himself. He had ignored the feeling throughout the day successfully but now that no one was watching he couldn't help but let it all out.

His chest hurt so much, that it was unsettling. A part of him was missing and he couldn't help but feel incomplete, literally. He knew it had to do with the assassin who had left a few hours ago, it was taking all his self control to not go and search for him. But without the tanned by his side he felt like dying, the pain was unbearable as he gripped the sheets that was close to tearing apart. Just the thought of him back to his master's side sent a stab wound to his chest. The way that the assassin had defended his master , how fierce his eyes were it was clear he loved his master dearly and that thought sent another stab to his chest. He was confused of these feelings, it felt so alien that it scared him. He was afraid that this pain in his chest was enough to break him, he was a General for crying out loud! He had earned titles and accomplishments throughout his life that a normal person couldn't do! To think that a mere assassin, someone he could kill easily deduced him in this sorry state.

He exhaled loudly, pushing away the strands of hair that made its way to his face. He wondered how could this feeling in his chest hurt so much than a stab wound, wait it would never be compared to a stab wound as it felt much much worse than losing a limb and believe him he'd rather lose a limb. Not only did it hurt physically it had hurt mentally as well, thoughts of the silver haired assassin plagued his mind. He was a bundle of negative emotions making his brooding face darker and darker. He wanted to go to sleep, so he closed his eyes however his mind was still awake, too awake.

That's when he felt fear grip him, which wasn't his own. Startled he shot up to a sitting position as a voice was ringing in his head. He knew that he would hear his thoughts but only small parts of it just as Mina said but he never heard his thoughts until now.

No, no, no, no

The fear intensified as well as the feeling pain in his chest was enough for him to slump forward as he clutched his chest from the sudden wave of pain. Just simple words but that was enough for his body to act before his mind could comprehend what was happening.

The next thing he knew he was flying through the night skies, he didn't even remember activating Azrael. His now onyx eyes were studying the cities below him, searching when he felt a pull in a certain direction and his instincts told him to follow it. In a matter of seconds he had reached the outskirts of the country where the ports were situated, granted some people were still doing business this late at night not letting every opportunity pass. But his eyes were trained somewhere, just below him was a back alley surrounded by tall walls of mansions.

Silently he landed behind a group of men who seemed to be ganging up on someone, since it was narrow and heavily surrounded by walls it was hardly noticed thus the perfect place for an assault. A new emotion had come over him like a bucket of water dousing him, it was really hard controlling his emotions in his current form.

The sight of the assassin pinned down and almost naked made his vision turn red, with the assassin's slender body it was hard to fight against four men. It seemed like his presence wasn't noticed as the men disgustingly ran their hands across the assassin's body as he whimpered but that just made the men laugh out in glee.

"You're no different than a woman! Let me hear that cute voice more!"

The assassin whined and struggled but the other two pinned him down, he could feel his emotions go haywire as the atmosphere turned darker and colder, all of them had felt the shift in the air and turned around just to be faced with death himself.

His milky white skin stood out from his long scarlet flecked black hair, his armour of black made the men realize who they were facing, his scarlet wings expanded at full length as he gave them a smile his canines visible. The men stood frozen at the spot and tried to scramble away but he had waved his hands and in a matter of seconds they fell to the ground their eyes rolled at the back of their heads with their mouths gaping open.

He had sucked their souls out permanently sending them to their demise.

The assassin laid at the ground hugging himself, the sight of his tear stricken face made the momentarily forgotten pain come back. He kneeled down and scooped him into his arms, and he realized that the pain had eased it was still there but the effect was different. Seeing the assassin curled up in him made him breathe easier, the incomplete feeling was now gone and relief and rare happiness washed over him.

Again he was confused, the assassin was affecting him so much it made him dizzy and lightheaded but he pushed these aside and focused on getting back to the palace, he didn't want to start a commotion so he landed in his quarters making sure he wasn't seen as he sneaked to his room. Arriving he released Azrael's magic and gently laid the assassin in his bed. He opened his closet and tried to find clothes that would fit him, he settled on an outfit similar to his own as he couldn't find anything that would fit him. The assassin's tunic was torn apart the fragments hanging on his body and his pants waistband was undone clearly suggesting what the men's intent earlier on him. He frowned as he quickly dressed the assassin, what if he hadn't come earlier? What if he was actually raped on the alley? The sight of the assassin broken made him wince as his chest had hurt for a moment. Unconsciously he caressed the assassin's cheek, surprisingly the assassin leaned into his hand his face held comfort and warmth spread on his cheeks.

Warm....

The voice clear as day was heard on his head as the assassin suddenly intertwined both of their hands. His cheeks grew warmer as his heart rate was dangerously at its peak, he tried pulling away but he found that he had no strength to do so.

Be still my beating heart!