Sorry this one is so late AND so short. I'm working on a lot of stuff right now and since this one is windign down to the end, I guess it just kinda fell of my radar for a while. I will try to update sooner. Thanks and sorry again!

Disclaimer and warnings are same as always.

"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

- J.K. Rowling (In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)

"Mr. McCoy!" yelled Spike, running to the huge man's side.

"No, Spike," yelled the professor, "stay back."

An evil smirk played across Azazel's face as he slashed his hand though the air again. "Jean!" yelled the professor.

She didn't need to professor to reiterate any more than that. Placing her hands on her temples, she pulled both Evan and Beast back toward the group. Not a second later, the black energy that had been released by the demon crashed where the pair had been. When the smoke cleared, the floor where the blast had hit was completely dissolved.

The X-Men looked at the destruction in awe and fear. "Professor, I can…" began Rogue before she was cut off by the professor.

"No, Rogue," he said sternly, leaving no room for question or discussion, "under no circumstances will you touch that mutant, do you understand me?" Rogue nodded her head. "He is one of the most powerful mutants of all time; an ancient mutant existing since biblical times. You are not strong enough to control his powers."

"Professor, is he really…?" asked Kitty, though she was unable to finish. How could someone so evil be the father of someone so kind?

"His father? I'm afraid so." The professor turned to Scott, feeling that the boy deserved an explanation. "When Kurt bit you, I caught glimpses of his dreams. He was dreaming of the last time he encountered Azazel. He escaped by biting the man's tail."

"Yes," said Azazel with a voice filled with venom and mocking, "and then you had to show up on the next occasion and bring him out of Germany." He began walking toward the X-Men, staring at them with his black eyes of abyss. The team readied themselves for a fight, but their courage quickly faded as they saw Professor Xavier backing away as the demon approached. "I would have escaped my prison with his blood that day if you had not frozen the village."

"Then I showed up at exactly the right time," said Charles. "That boy deserves to live a life without fear, without you haunting his every thought! That poor boy suffers because of you!"

"Well then," he smirked, turning his back to the X-Men again, "we'll just have to end that suffering then, won't we?"

He began to walk back toward Kurt and Xavier's mind began to reel. He didn't know how to stop this mutant, he was too dangerous to fight and too powerful to try and enter his mind. He needed to protect Kurt, but he could think of no way to do it.

The group suddenly saw the ring of fire around Kurt begin to disappear as Azazel approached it. The X-Men looked on helplessly as a singed Kurt tried to crawl away from the red mutant. Wolverine could just make out the boy's words.

"Berühren mich nicht," he said quietly as he strained to get away, muscles screaming, bones scraping and mind filled with fear.

"Hold still, boy," said the monster, stomping on Kurt's blue tail, "it will all be over soon."

The group of X-Men grimaced as Kurt's pained yelp filled the warehouse. Azazel's tail reached behind its wielder's back and pulled a short broadsword from out of nowhere.

"Leave him alone," yelled Scott as he released an energy blast at the red mutant, but Azazel batted the attack away with his sword as if it were a fly. Scott fired again and again but they all resulted the same way.

"This is becoming tiring," said Azazel. He slashed his sword through the air and struck Scott with the same energy he had attacked Beast with, sending him into a paralyzed state.

"Scott!" yelled Jean as she ran to his side.

"Now," said Azazel turning back to Kurt, his smirk returning to glow in the firelight, back to business."

Kurt couldn't help the whine that escaped from his lips as he tried desperately to get away. Azazel took the sword in his hand and used his tail to smack Kurt's head in order to stop his movement. His spade is…sharp! thought Kurt as he felt blood dripping down his neck from the new gash behind his ear.

He couldn't move. His body was too tired, so he stopped his attempt to escape. Azazel removed his foot from Kurt's tail and used it to roughly kick the boy from his stomach onto his back. Kurt let out a pained grunt as his body flipped like a ragdoll. Azazel bent down over Kurt and placed the blade on his throat.

"Look at them," said Azazel pushed Kurt's face toward his teammates, "not even moving to help you." Kurt felt his chest tighten as his attacker said this; they weren't going to help him. His head was turned back to face those horrid black eyes. "You are one of a kind, my boy; you're not like them. You, Kurt, are part of the neyaphem; superior to all of them combined. Losing you will be a large blow to us, but you will be a hero, setting us free."

"Ich weigere mich, Ihnen zu helfen (1)," said Kurt quietly as he felt the blade starting to nip at his neck.

"You no longer have a choice, son," said Azazel, and Kurt's eyes widened in shock.

The flames had prevented him from hearing this earlier, but now it was clear. The shock he felt when he learned Mystique was his mother was nothing in comparison to what he had learned now. Tears fell from his eyes; he had been born of the devil.

I am ein Dämon, thought Kurt. Everything Kitty had said earlier was true; every person who had ever seen him and screamed in terror was right. Everything he had believed about himself was shattered and he didn't want to live knowing he was the creation of evil. A sudden despair covered Kurt and he unconsciously lifted his head to give Azazel better access to his neck.

"That's it, my son," he cooed, smiling as the boy finally gave up. He pulled the sword back and prepared to take his son's life.

Review please and I'm sorry this one was so bad and short.

Translations

1- I refuse to help you.