With Uriel so hurt, Azazel made his last attack and kicked him in his stomach, sending him crashing down to the ground. Azazel flew down and stood next to Uriel, looking down at him. The turtleneck he wore was ripped to shreds and blood soaked his chest. He was staring up at Azazel with hate in his eyes, and he couldn’t blame Uriel. If Azazel had to make a bet, Uriel was not accustomed to losing.
“Are you done?” Azazel asked.
Uriel growled and brandished a knife, ready to stab Azazel in the leg, but he was quick and kicked the knife out of the other man’s hand, hearing the snapping sound of his wrist breaking. Uriel wailed and grabbed his wrist but didn’t shed a tear.
Azazel tsked, shaking his head mockingly. “You are determined to see me bleed, aren’t you?” He kneeled next to Uriel and grabbed his face, turning it to his. “Are you done?” he asked once more.
Uriel gritted his teeth, refusing to answer. His stubbornness made Azazel want to kiss him, but he pushed the thought aside. Azazel pressed a hand to Uriel’s chest as blood coated his hand, and the man screamed and tried to twist away from him. “Behave. I’m only going to heal you.”
Uriel stopped moving and looked at Azazel. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Have I lied to you so far?” Azazel smiled when the man didn’t give him an answer and began healing the injuries on his chest.
Once he was done, he quickly pressed on Uriel's pressure points, rendering the man unable to move. Azazel stood and walked over to one of the closets and got a towel and cleaned off his hands, then got another for Uriel. Moving back over to his side, he started cleaning off the sweat from his face.
“Since you’ve lost the bet, you have to see it through. I’ll send you to one of my spare bedrooms and have a doctor come and check you over. Once you’re all healed up, we will begin your training.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why not just kill me? It’s shameful to let me live like this.”
“Is that what my father taught you? To sacrifice yourself and die a shameful death if you fail at one task. Listen to me, young Uriel, there’s no shame in failure. It's better to live life according to your own rules and not anyone else’s.” Before Uriel could protest, Azazel sent him off to one of the rooms where he would stay for the time being.
CHAPTER FOUR
Azazel smiled, movinghisthoughts from the past and back to the present. That wasn’t the first and only time they fought and Uriel lost in the time they were together. But if Azazel had to tell the truth, Uriel had come close to winning about three months before he disappeared. The sex after that particular fight was so good Azazel got shivers each time he thought about it. He would get aroused when Uriel got angry each time he lost and would keep challenging him, until Azazel fucked him to tire him out.
A knock on his office door brought him out of his thoughts. “Come in.” Azazel turned away from the window and looked at the door when Tanner Simmons, his assistant, walked into his office.
“Sir, I just received a call from Director Fang. He has to cancel the dinner meeting for tonight.”
“Why?”
“His mate was taken to the hospital," Tanner informed him.
Azazel smiled. “Did John go into labor?”
“Yes, sir.” Tanner grinned, showing his dimples.
“That's wonderful news." Azazel smiled. "Send a bouquet of flowers to their room. Oh, and call theSwan Baby Emporiumand have them deliver the items I purchased a couple of days ago. I told them to put the items on hold until I was ready to have them delivered.”
“Yes, sir,” Tanner said. “Do you want the gifts sent to their home or hospital room?”
“Send the flowers to the hospital room and the gifts to their home."
"Yes, sir.”
Azazel sat down at his desk and started looking through the paperwork on his desktop, organizing it the way he wanted.
Robert Fang was a werewolf and a well-known screen and television director that Azazel had met not long after he'd completed the purchase of the studio. Director Fang came to him with a script he wanted to develop into a television series that no one wanted to invest time or money into because they didn't think it would be successful.
No one cared that the writer and director was Robert Fang, a noted and award-winning director. According to the previous executive notes, the plot was too far-fetched and would cost too much money to make.
Not to mention the dangers that Fang wanted to use a human actor with a mostly supernatural cast with the ability to shift and do magic with less computer-generated images and special effects. Fang’s concept intrigued Azazel, and worked into one of the reasons when he decided to buy Valleywood Entertainment Studios.
Other than wanting to make a shit ton of money, Azazel was tired of hiding and wanted the world to know that gods, demons, and all sorts of supernaturals existed in every part of the world. Which was a big reason why Azazel admired Armond Dracul, anonymously supporting him when he ran for president.
