Sorry it took so long, mid terms and all. Souly, thanks for waiting and suggestions. Lets roll.
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Azimov's POV
Two figures landed near me, having come through the emergency exit.
"Francis, a party, for me? You shouldn't have." I said, feigning surprise and batting my eyes. Francis glared at me and yelled, "It wasn't me you idiot!"
"Vell, vell, vell, vhat do ve have here?" one of the figures said, he was a medium height, strapping fellow who was dressed in fleck tarn, German military camo. The second man, a tall fellow dressed in
American digital camo smirked and said, "So we've finally found you, Azimov of the Red Tears."
"It's been a long time since I have heard that name, and you're not the first, nor most qualified, death squad members to find me." I replied smiling, this was going to be interesting.
"I believe the last time was Haiti, was it not?" A female voice asked. Surprised I whipped around to find the source and saw her there, with her high heel against the wall and her stockings up to her
thighs. She was dangerous, I didn't even sense her come in, and she was like me.
"It's been a long time…Ophelia; I believe the last words I said to you in Haiti before throwing your body into the cool, clear waters, were 'get thee to a nunnery', so I ask you, what the hell are you
doing here?" I asked, smirking. Ophelia made a signal with her hands and the tall American charged at me, I crushed his head before he had a moment to realize what had happened. Without missing
a beat I charged the German dressed, Transylvanian. I tore off a side of his jaw and removed his left arm, reveling in the warm blood being sprayed onto me. The Transylvanian retreated through the
emergency exit.
Turning to Ophelia I questioned, "They weren't even Paladin class, incapable of regeneration if the head was destroyed, why did you bring them?"
She responded, "I'll tell you soon enough, first you show me yours I'll show you mine."
Zoey started to speak but I held up my hand. I focused my energy and used the force to dissolve my clothing from my torso up, with the exception of my fedora revealing my chest. My entire torso was
covered in a large, red pentagram with a symbol in the center and surrounded with the writing of the ancients.
"Your turn."
"I'd be delighted." She replied, removing her shirt, reveling cleavage that could fit mount Everest and a mark similar to the one on my chest except with a different symbol in the center.
"It's tiny; you think you can take me with that?" I asked quizzically, when my symbol was forged onto my skin from the blood of Nosferatu himself, the larger the symbol the more powerful the being.
"There is a new way of forging the mark, the smaller the more powerful, let's see whose better, old school or new school." With that she punched me through the roof.
Executing a flip in mid air I landed on my feet on the roof, and then did a back flip right before she broke through the roof right where I was standing a moment before. I charged Ophelia and threw a
six hit combo, left hook, right hook, jab, jab, roundhouse, hammer strike. Although all hits landed, she shrugged them off, regenerating each injury almost as fast as I. She charged me, impaling and
pinning me to the leg of a water tower.
"Oh how the mighty have falle-" She never got to finish that sentence because I bit into her throat, spilling the ruby liquid of life. She broke free with a quick jerk backwards but lost a large chunk of
her neck, and although it regenerated, the loss of blood had made her lightheaded and temporarily disoriented.
"You sonovabitch," she screamed, "you've forced my hand, class five unseal!"
Twelve bladed appendages sprouted from her back, her feet became claws and hands twisted into talons.
"Motherfu-" was all I managed to say before I was impaled again into the floor. I had no choice but to show her why I'm called Azimov of the Red Tears.
"Class five unseal!" I roared, and the change began, I became lankier and slightly shorter but that was not the end of my transformation. Two wings simultaneously burst from my back in between my
shoulder blades and spine, one the left side a black demon's wing on the right, a pure white angel's wing. The force of my energy growing that fast shattered the bladed ends of the appendages,
Ophelia reeled back in pain, barely able to stand, I kicked the shards to the side calmly and walked slowly towards her.
"You wanted to see Azimov of the Red Tears for yourself, well here I am!" I walked forward, blood streaming from my eyes, as though I was crying because I was, I was crying for the monster before
me, I was crying for my sister.
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Hey I know it's been awhile but I was insanely busy, tell me what you think and I cannot express my thanks enough to those who read and review, they help me write chapters such as these. See yah next chapter