That night, Azura had only Aries. She needed something to hunt with, and the idea she came up with was rude, but practical. She pickpocketed Clay's corpse and took his cloak back and his dagger.
Although she harshly executed a rabbit with Clay's dagger, she needed something to eat. The last food supply she had available was the shadow elk, which was stolen in the massacre. She started a fire and got some metal rods to hold the rabbit above the fire with. I could have saved him. I could have done more. Azura thought to herself. She began to hold Clay's death against herself. I should've stayed and helped him.. He might've survived then. Maybe if I didn't just rej- "Ah!" Azura burned herself over the fire. "Ow ow ow ow ow!" Her hand began to blister then bleed. Where's the bandages? She thought.
"Clay, if you're listening, I wanted to help you, but I didn't think I could heal you alone. I didn't know what to do. I was fearful and panicked. Please forgive me." Azura cried.
It's not your fault, Azura. It was mine, and I shouldn't have stabbed myself. Clay confessed.
Azura freaked out. "Are there people around or am I insane?"
Azura, I need you to understand. I'm here. I'll always be here. My death was never your fault. Clay whispered, pleading Lucifer to let her hear his ghostly voice. Attempting to comfort Azura, he gently embraced her. Azura could feel the strangely soothing chill run down her spine and through her body. I won't leave you. Clay added. Azura felt a shiver as it seemed like someone very cold was hugging her lightly.
"Clay.. is that you?" Azura wondered aloud.
Yes. Clay answered. Azura heard a quiet, distorted voice that had a familiar tone like Clay's. She noticed her hand was full with blood. "I need to find a cloth, or something that could possibly help stop the gouge in my hand." She began to look around the trees for anything to stop the bleeding. She turned the corner, and saw an odd shaped piece of wood. Or she thought it was wood. Wait, that's a book. She made her way over to it. "Book of Spells" It read. She opened its old and slightly damp page. "The Spell of Resurrection."
Resurrection! I can bring Clay back to life! Azura anticipated. She made her way to Clay's corpse. As she arrived to his lifeless body, she began to read.
"Thou shall rise from the dead,
With a single drop of blood,
And a thought of the corpse in your head
Thou shall walk amongst the living
In the mortal world
Life is yet to come,
And as this is read aloud,
May the dead be no longer numb."
Nothing happened at first, so out of disappointment, Azura let out a big sigh. Nothing is going t-
Clay's cadaver gasped loudly. "What happened!? Where am I?!" Clay rose up weakly.
"Clay!" Azura ran to hug him, he stopped her.
"My chest...why does it hurt so badly?" He began to unbutton his shirt.
"Ah! Not in front of me! You're all bloody!" Azura shouted with tears in her eyes from just hearing his voice.
He continued to uncloth himself. He looked down. "W- Wh-" He began to cry. "Azura. What- no how- how did I get this?"
Azura looked down. "Uh..Clay you um...*cry* you tried to..you tried to kill yourself.."
Clay became wide eyed. "How am I still here then?"
"I uh...I just resurrected you.."
"Why? Why do you give a damn about me? I hate you."
Azura looked at him. "I- I thought you loved me..?"
Clay snickered. "I would never love you." Clay seemed to have no more memory of confessing his love for Azura.
"Clay, I know..." She couldn't find the right words, "deep down inside, you loved me."
Clay shook his head. "No. I've never loved you, and I never will."
"CLAY. Please." Azura was trying to get Clay to remember the confession.
"Why would I love a poor and scrawny demon like you?"
Azura started to cry once more. "Fine! If you won't confess, I will. I do love you Clay, even if you say you don't love me."
Clay looked at her. "You don't love me, You hate me. All I've ever done to you is bully and harass you all your life."
"Before you killed yourself, you said you were in love with me. I thought you were joking, so I pushed you away." she explained.
"Clay, I wouldn't have brought you back to life if I didn't love you. If I never knew that you even cared about me, I would have left you for dead. In fact, I would've been happy you were dead."
He stared at her with disbelief, "How am I alive then? You don't have any magical wizard powers or anything, so how?"
"I SAVED you, Clay. I know you're lying." She sobbed.
"I'm not lying, you're crazy. I never died, and even if I did, the thought of bringing me back would never cross your mind."
"Clay STOP!" Azura shouted. Clay became wide eyed.
"Clam down. I just know that you don't love me and you never have. Let's say that you did. I bet you didn't until after I died. Cut the act Azura."
Azura looked at him right in his brown, but almost black eyes. "It's not an act. I love you. I'm telling the truth."
"No one thinks this is cute, Azura. Quit it before you make me vomit."
Azura's eyes seemed as if a flood gate broke open. She knew he couldn't remember what happened a day ago. He was faking it when he said he loved me. He's always hated me. He thinks I'm just a gullible, idiotic freak. She realized. Azura thought about it for so long she forgot she was having an argument with Clay. He was getting impatient for an acknowledgement. He snapped his fingers to make her flinch "Aye, you still awake here or what?" he complained.
Azura forgot what Clay had said, and replied with, "Yeah, sure. I'm done." she then strolled back down a hill to her makeshift fire pit.
