Key:

'Thinking'

"Speaking vocally"

Azazel sat in pensive thought as he fidgeted with a pen in his right hand, waiting for his second-in-command Shemhazai to return from the medical facilities in the Grigori capital, Stanael. He had been pulling all-nighters for the last two weeks as he managed the Grigori while caring and checking on his human wife as she came closer and closer to giving birth to what was to be the most important fallen angel of this generation. Shemhazai had shown signs of exhaustion, leading to Azazel lessening his duties temporarily and picking up more of the slack out of concern for his friend.

Despite all of his concern, however, Azazel was excited. He had achieved something that he hadn't-actually having a stable relationship. Azazel was a bit jealous, but he hoped that with the Great War ending that he would eventually have time to find someone. Maybe after all of these years, someone would be able to forgive him despite everything he had done...

"Come on Satanael! We need to go!"

"My time is up, old friend. I trust you to lead them."

Azazel suddenly straightened as he felt a massive power spike in the direction of the hospital, the aura screaming out in anguish as it exponentially increased in power. He could almost feel Shemhazai's aura scream out next to him as he bolted out of the room towards the teleportation sigil that Shemhazai had used just a few hours earlier. As he ran, the air continued to thicken and heat as the world seemed to slow to a crawl, the lower level Grigori personnel dropping like flies as their brains and bodies were overloaded.

Finally reaching the teleportation sigil, Azazel fed his mana into the cracking spell, disappearing with a flash as the magic circle shattered into the air.

Shemhazai couldn't think. All he knew was grief and pain. Grief so strong that it controlled him, and pain that seemed to turn cut through his heart a thousand times.

He had tried to hold in his emotions until he had left the room, but he couldn't just leave her. His one true love, the thing that he had been fighting and surviving for, to just be gone like that. He had been searching for centuries for her but he had lost her in just hours.

He hadn't been strong enough, even after all of this time. It was all lost, his perfect life forming then falling through his hands.

'Yahweh won't let me be happy even when he's dead, it seems.'

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