"Of course it will, Uriel is not as smart as he looks," Dagon said then shifted into Azazel's appearance and grabbed Gadriel. "Uriel should be back soon, so let’s get busy."
Azazel watched as they started kissing and fell on top of the bed. The scene shifted and he saw Uriel's figure standing at the bedroom entrance in shock, but he didn't say anything and left. He saw Gadriel look over his shoulder, smiling as he watched Uriel's retreating back.
"You're right, he's not that smart," he whispered to Dagon.
"Shut up and let me cum, so I can go and inform the master."
The scene changed, and Azazel saw Gadriel sitting at a dinner table with another man that was not familiar to him. The man was holding a weapon made of pure gold, a double-edged knife with rubies going down the middle.
“How much?” the man asked.
“Twenty million dollars,” Gadriel said.
“It’s exquisite.” The man pulled out a loupe and inspected the gems on the knife. “Is it the only one?”
“This is the only one I’ve made, but I can make others.”
"And you're sure it can kill a supernatural?"
Gadriel smiled. “Even the strongest. I’m sure you hunters will put it to good use. I know a town ripe with supernaturals who think nothing can touch them. When you’re ready, I’ll lead you to them.”
“How does this work?”
“I’ll let you figure it out for yourself, but trust me, it's as powerful in human hands as it is in a supernatural's hands.”
“Why would you sell this to supernaturals?”
“I’m trying to make money, Mister Delaney. I don’t care who buys this from me.”
“Well, we want it. The Faywood Hunters Guild wants this.”
Gadriel smirked. “Then let’s make a deal.”
The scene shifted, and he saw Gadriel recounting the deal he made with the hunters’ guild. He was talking to Dagon and another man who was shrouded by darkness, making it hard to see his face. They seemed pleased with what Gadriel had done.
Azazel lost interest as his anger grew. He had plans to let the world know about supernaturals, however he had no plans to plot against his kind. Azazel’s anger overtook his sensibility, and he squeezed harder, hearing bones crack and break, and suddenly the dungeon went quiet.
“What did you see?” Uriel said behind him.
Azazel released Gadriel’s head, and he turned away from the dead body. “We have a hunter problem. And I think your attacker is one of them.”
“Fuck!”
“You were right,” Azazel said.
“About what?”
“Dagon has the same powers you do. The man you saw sleeping with Gadriel was Dagon. They planned it.”
“Did you find out who their master was?”
“No, he’s still a mystery.”
“This shit is getting more complicated.” Uriel sighed.
“Loki isn’t going to like this,” Azazel mumbled.
“You’re going to make me team up with him again, aren’t you?”
