Azazael was in a rush when he finally found where the King was. He should have checked hours ago, but got distracted by people and things. It was unlike him to be derelict of duty but being in an entirely new creation had overwhelmed his sensibilities somewhere along the way. Death was going to be pissed at the angel for abandoning him at the door, well theoretically, Death really didn't get angry but Azazael imagined it. That is what a normal being would do if they had been told a short time and that turned into hours.
It was early morning when he flew, literally, up the internal stairs of the building. He wasn't thinking too clearly, but this was his King's, his King's angel's?, place so he was allowed there unbidden. That was how Chaos worked, why not here?
Azazael moved fast when he wanted to, could outpace Lucifer even over a short distance and that is the kind of speed he was moving at when he landed outside the penthouse doors. He felt the wards but none of them barred his passage, he was used to wards anyway though these were different than those on the rooms of Pandemonium.
He willed the door to unlock, and entered abruptly, but quietly. His blue wings mottled with white were still out glowing brightly in a soft blue. He was jittery and nervous when he stepped in unsure of the situation. After all, there was an angel here that he didn't know. An angel of heaven that had somehow stood its ground with Lucifer. That alone was terrifying though he didn't think dangerous. A heavenly angel willing to spend time with the devil couldn't be that dangerous. Though he second guessed that thought knowing he was unchanged by the Fall, still pure as when he walked in Heaven. Maybe that would matter, maybe it wouldn't.
He wasn't paying attention much, mind focused on locating the King in the rooms, even though he could sense the other angel was here somewhere.
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Date: 2019-09-29 12:43 am (UTC)It was early morning when he flew, literally, up the internal stairs of the building. He wasn't thinking too clearly, but this was his King's, his King's angel's?, place so he was allowed there unbidden. That was how Chaos worked, why not here?
Azazael moved fast when he wanted to, could outpace Lucifer even over a short distance and that is the kind of speed he was moving at when he landed outside the penthouse doors. He felt the wards but none of them barred his passage, he was used to wards anyway though these were different than those on the rooms of Pandemonium.
He willed the door to unlock, and entered abruptly, but quietly. His blue wings mottled with white were still out glowing brightly in a soft blue. He was jittery and nervous when he stepped in unsure of the situation. After all, there was an angel here that he didn't know. An angel of heaven that had somehow stood its ground with Lucifer. That alone was terrifying though he didn't think dangerous. A heavenly angel willing to spend time with the devil couldn't be that dangerous. Though he second guessed that thought knowing he was unchanged by the Fall, still pure as when he walked in Heaven. Maybe that would matter, maybe it wouldn't.
He wasn't paying attention much, mind focused on locating the King in the rooms, even though he could sense the other angel was here somewhere.