“What’s so fucking funny?” Azazel asked.
“You,” Dagon answered. “Well, since I’ve been found out, I guess there’s no need to be polite.”
“When the fuck have you ever been polite? I’m disappointed in you, Dagon, but then again, I should have expected it. You joined my side to leave the heavenly realm, expecting to wreak havoc on humans, only to turn around and protect them. Is that why you’re working with Micha?”
Dagon chuckled. “You fool, my going with you was a part of the plan.”
Before Azazel could say more, Dagon rushed toward him with a gold knife in his hand and stabbed him in the chest with a happy gleam on his face.
“Azazel!” Uriel screamed.
Azazel grunted and stumbled back, holding the hilt of the dagger protruding from his chest, and fell to his knees. Uriel rushed to his side and called out his name.
“Fuck,” Dagon said. “So you two did find each other. Micha is not going to be happy to hear that.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Micha wants. I’m going to kill you before you even get a chance to leave here.”
Uriel went to move, but Azazel stopped him, and his sweet lover looked him in the eyes as he tried to convey a message. Azazel’s breathing grew heavy, and as he grew weak, feeling the effects of the knife, Uriel knew that it was one of the weapons that Gadriel had made.
“You can’t kill me,” Dagon sneered. “Even after he told me what you did, I cannot stand by and watch Lord Micha continue to be manipulated by you. If I kill you now, the spell you placed on him will be broken.”
Dagon, who was unarmed, rushed toward Uriel, but Azazel was quicker and pushed his lover out of the way, then pulled the knife from his own chest, slashing his opponent across the neck. Dagon screamed and grabbed the side of his neck that was cut, staggering back and falling on his ass. He looked up at Azazel in shock. Azazel stood and slowly approached Dagon.
“I can tell you’re surprised that I’m still standing.” Azazel kneeled as a smile crossed his lips when he slit the other side of his throat that was left unprotected. “So this is the weapon that Gadriel made. The man was a genius, but he was also a narcissist. You should have guessed he would want to leave his mark on the things he makes. I guess he planned to feed off the souls that were killed. It’s a pity that he’s dead.” Dagon’s eyes widened. “Micha is right. You should have found it strange that he’s been gone for so long and hasn’t contacted you.”
Azazel brought the knife in front of Dagon, twirling it around as if it were a toy. “Without Gadriel’s essence, this is just a knife. Admittedly, it had some effects, but it faded as quickly as it came.”
“You fucking bastard, I should have killed you when I had the chance, and believe me, I had plenty of opportunities,” Dagon shouted.
“I liked you better when you used to talk less,” Uriel mumbled.
“Before I kill you, do you have anything to say to me or my mate?” Azazel asked. “Think of this as me being nice, to recoup some of the karma points I lost killing Gadriel.”
Hearing that, Azazel watched as Dagon’s face contorted in anger.
“See you both in the underworld,” he said and attempted to teleport, but he was stopped by Uriel, who was swift and snapped Dagon’s neck.
“Quickly, kill him before he revives and capture his soul so that we can feed it to Bruc as a snack.”
Azazel looked at his lover, seeing a whole new side of him and being a little turned on. He grabbed Uriel by his shirt collar and pulled down for a kiss as a reward, promising him much more later. Uriel pulled back, panting, and Azazel’s eyes traveled to his kiss-swollen lips.
“I like this side of you,” Azazel told him.
“Enough with the compliments,” Uriel said and looked away, but not before Azazel saw the blush on his cheeks. “Let’s get this cleaned up and finish this all up. Maybe we can stop Micha from trying to kill Dio.”
“You realize only one person can kill the old man, right?” Azazel said.
“Yeah, but you didn't say they couldn't weaken him."
Azazel nodded. “Bruc, come to me.” Seconds later, the hellhound appeared by his side.
Azazel brought up a fireball and pushed it into Dagon’s body and watched as it started to burn from the inside out. His soul rose from out of the burning body, and just like he did with Gadriel, Azazel grabbed Dagon’s soul and fed it to Bruc.
“Good boy,” Uriel praised, brushing the hellhound's wiry coat. “Now eat up the bad man so you can grow big and strong. I need you to protect Kristoph and his brother. And when you’re old enough, we will find you a good mate so you can have more puppies. Would you like that?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, will you stop treating him like a baby?”
“Don’t be jealous of Bruc,” Uriel said.
