AN: This is a fic about Azrael, my Ghost character. Yes it is short, but I couldn't write anything more without losing my thoughts on this part of him. It does delve into his past more. He is mentioned in Wargames and in my Angel of Death fics, so enjoy.
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A dark figure sat on a branch hidden from sight as he watched the funeral just a short distance away. Armed marines patrolled the area, looking for him as he watched, eyes dry from the lack of energy left to cry.
The only one he had cared for was dead, and he had tried to stop it only to recieve the blame. A misfire in his rifle had let the trainer kill his fiance.
He saw her blood, he felt his anger and he felt time freeze.
The mental blocks and implants fought to supress his emotions as they had been designed to do, to keep him under control, to manage and regualte his abilities. It was a testament to their ability that they managed to hold for just under half a second before the raw might of his anger shattered them.
Rei's death was the key to the power that now surged through him.
His mind remembered the look of shock, awe, and terror that crossed the trainers face right before the Ghost tore his still beating heart from the mans chest and tore the body asunder with his raw psionic power.
The room itself rippled before it shattered outwards as he levitated a yard off the floor, advancing through the building like entity he would be connected to eventually.
A legion of guards charged, expecting an intruder, but they fall quickly as he crushed their windpipes and shattered their necks without so much as a motion. Debris swirled around him like a tornado as he stalked through the halls.
He had felt her die, the one he depended on, his reason for living. A part of him was in her and a part of her was within him.
Destruction spread as the alarms sounded, his attention locking onto the power core of the facility and he destroyed its cooling systems as he walked away slowly.
His mind had left the battle far behind, his human form was reacting instinctively as he dealt with his grief, shutting down his emotions as he simply walked away.
The base exploded in a thermonuclear detonation that scortched the sky as he simply shielded himself from the strike, carrying her body with his powers, afraid to touch his angel.
He followed his memories as he moved through the the decimated landscape, tears now flowing as he began to remember what had happened. What he had done, and what had happened to Rei.
Eventually he tired, and entered an old cathedral. Religion was one of the few things that had followed man to the stars, perhaps it was because of their belief in the Guiding Hand of God that this new society had risen. But it was even in these times that protectors were imagined or perhaps remembered by the people.
His senses moved back to the tree and out of his memories, the book he held was the only thing that was remaining of the cathedral on that world, the planet had been under a forced evacuation so that the military could use the place as a training center.
Thumbing through it, a picture caught his eye, a black winged angel that brought justice, and he knew what he would do, he remembered the rumors of the so called 'Sons of Korhal' and their plans of rebellion, of the girl he considered a sister who had told him about her plans, hoping that he would go with her. With Rei's death he had no reason not to now.
A smile crossed his lips as he repeated the name that would make him a legend.
"The archangel of death, Azrael."