Intro:
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(Azazel's POV)
I woke up, my vision was blurry and my head hurt like hell. I looked around to see that the house looked like a Viking raiding party just pillaged everything.
Azazel: Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh! Why does my head hurt so much?
I looked over to see that there was a bucket, and I can already imagine what's in it.
So I tried to sit up, but doing that and the sunlight made the pain worse.
Azazel: Oh God... Bordeauuuuuux... Bordeauuuuuux... Bordeauuuux!
She walked downstairs to the mess.
Bordeaux: Yes?
Azazel: Put me out of my misery.
Bordeaux: What?
Azazel: I have no idea what just happened last night, but all I know right now is this headache is a real pain in my ass... Kill me.
Bordeaux sighed and kneeled towards me.
Bordeaux: I'm not going to kill you.
I looked up at her.
Azazel: Why?
Bordeaux: All of you had too much to drink, and I knew it would go out like this.
Azazel: Wait, weren't you getting high last night?
Bordeaux: I did, but it's not like I was getting so drunk that I'd have a hangover that slammed into my face.
Azazel: Point taken. Well, can you get me something to make this pain go away?
Bordeaux: Let me get something from the medical cabinet.
She walks back upstairs.
I somehow managed to get up and walk over to the TV room, even though the pain was getting to me badly.
I sat down on the couch, and I saw Bordeaux walked over to the kitchen to grab something.
She figured I'd move to the TV room, so she walked towards me and handed me a pill and a water bottle.
Bordeaux: Take this.
I took the bottle and the pill without question.
Azazel: Thanks, Bordeaux.
She giggled, with an adorable smile on her face.
Bordeaux sat down next to me.
Azazel: So... What happened last night?
Bordeaux: Long story short, everyone got really drunk and turned this house into a cesspool of rubbish.
Azazel: Place looks like an Octarian warlord raided the house.
Bordeaux: I'll go and distribute the medicine and the water bottles to the rest. If you need me, call me.
Azazel: You're a real lifesaver, Bordeaux.
She giggled.
Bordeaux hugged me, and I returned the favor.
Soon, she broke the hug and went off back upstairs to get the rest of the medicine.
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Into the Light Classic
FanfictionThis is the story of Azazel Lionheart, Prince of the Highlings. His life is filled with vengeance ever since the horrific event he suffered as a 7 year old boy. He uses those painful memories to protect the ones he cherishes the most, as he wishes t...
