Azzon's nose worked still several minutes later, trying to pick up a proper scent before he paused, hearing footsteps crunching in the snow. Smoke plumed from the dragon's nostrils and his tail flicked the ground angrily. "Shouldn't you be back with your team?" the Azzon growled, recognizing the scent. "Something tells me that the Team can last without me for a while," Superboy said gruffly. The clone crossed his arms, watching the dragon's body language before clenching his fists.
"Why are you so angry all of a sudden?" the clone finally deigned to ask. "You've been emotional before but not… to this extent." Azzon snarled silently, eyeing the surrounding snow drifts with burning green eyes. "I chose to follow an Alpha who I never realized is scared of me," the dragon began in a cold tone. The bands on the base of his horns flashed, almost in warning, but the dragon and the clone paid no mind. "I am partnered with a speedster who has no regard for the thoughts and beliefs of others and thinks with his second head, I have been mocked and ridiculed by the people I am to fight alongside, and you ask why I am angry?"
The dragon slowly rises, green eyes glowing in the dim light of the realm and turns to Superboy, who straightens. Azzon narrows his gaze before bending his neck, staring at the clone dead-on. "Here is a question for you," the dragon rumbles. "Why aren't you scared of me?" Superboy scoffs, glaring right back at the dragon prince. "Because you haven't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it," the clone states flatly, making Azzon freeze. The dragon opened his mouth to respond, but a familiar magic-laced scent made him stiffen. Making the ground shake with his turn, the dragon prince followed the smell, leaving Superboy to run after him in confusion.
Azzon's nose worked, trying to pick up where the scent was coming from, when he paused, looking straight up to find Nelson's cane floating in front of him. The dragon prince let out a low croon before he compacted himself, chest heaving as the thoughts and possibilities ran through his mind- Kent would have never parted from his staff, so why was it here, and without the old man? "Should we pick it up?" Superboy asked quietly, his neck craning back to look at the floating staff with furrowed brows. "Only one way to find out," Azzon muttered, flapping his wings, and reaching out to pluck the magic artifact from the air; the dragon handles it carefully in his clawed hands, and he came to a landing with his back towards the clone.
Superboy crunched through the snow to take a closer look, but Azzon snapped out his wing, barring the way for the Kryptonian.
"Hey-!"
"There's a miniature field of magic around the staff, Superboy," Azzon scolded. "Kryptonians are susceptible to magic- we have no idea what it could do to you…"
"Then how are we gonna find Nelson?" the clone asked angrily, clenching his fists in frustration. 'I can take you to him.' an answering voice said. Making both boyt's eyes widen. They only had time to shood each other alarmed looks, and before either could make a sound they were both yanked up. Azzon's markings flashed in alarm before both he and Superboy vanished in a flash of golden light.
In the blink of an eye, Azzon and Superboy crashed into a room of stairwells. While Superboy was intensely disoriented from the sudden magic transport, Azzon rolled easily to his feet only to still, his eyes widening in shock and icy distress- In front of him was Kent Nelson.
Being tortured by a human and a Witch-Boy.
"Get away from him!"
Abracadabra jolted away as a flaming scaled fist smashed into the walkway. It shifted from the force of the blow, jackknifing upwards, making Abracadabra and Klarion teleport as it collapsed into bits of crumbled stone and brick. "Back off!" Curling around the old man, Azzon nudged him with his tail to help him sit up. "Old man, get up!" a wrinkled hand patted the smooth scales on Azzon's tail gently, reassuring the dragon boy. "I'm alright, kiddo, don't worry." Azzon sighed in relief before growling in pain as Klarion fired several red and black bolts of magic at him, hitting him in the shoulder and knocking him back. "Down here, my boy!" tapping the ground with his newly acquired cane, Azzon and Nelson fell through the floor, leaving a screaming Klarion and still dazed Superboy behind them.
Azzon shifted back and maneuvered under the old man, allowing him to sit on his back before spreading his wings to stop their fall, wincing slightly at the tear still in the membrane.
As they descended, Azzon clicked his maw lightly. "Klarion's after the helmet again, huh?" Kent sighed. "Yes… that boy just doesn't know when to give up. Then again, my ultimate enemy shouldn't know when to give up- just like me."
Azzon huffed, smoke puffing from his nostrils. "The curse of being a Lord of Order…"
"We must get the helmet, my boy- it's the only way to keep Klarion at bay." Azzon paused. "I know." Kent sighed before placing a hand against his friend's cracked, dry scales. He must've taken a dip in the lava pit- oh, how that brought back memories.
As they landed at a platform where a large bell was seen, a door materialized and dumped Kaldur, Wally, Superboy, and Artemis onto the platform while Megan floated down. Kent was assisted from Azzon's back by the dragon-boy's tail and the two shared a look. "Friends of yours?" Azzon huffed before looking at Wally. The wriggle of anger came back, and Azzon looked away. "…some of them." Kent seemed to understand; moments later, Azzon grabbed Kent in a large paw and took to the air again, narrowly avoiding a blast of magic energy. "Friends of yours?" the dragon prince retorted.
Landing nearer to the bell, Kent took his cane and banged the metal, producing a clear, chime-like ring. The two magic users, plus Wally who was thrown into the bell by a wayward blast, came to the top of the tower after walking through the bell's metal outer wall.
Floating in front of them was the Helmet of Fate.
Azzon stared at it with wide eyes as he shifted back to his smaller form, but before he could move a bolt of black and red lightning flew towards the group of three.
The dragon boy had only a moment to react, but that moment wasn't enough.
"GRAMPS DUCK!"
Kent let out a scream of pain when the red and black lightning slammed into Kent's chest, right over his heart and making the old man crumble to the ground in Wally's arms. The speedster began to attempt to resuscitate him, but Azzon knew it was too late from the slowing of his heartbeat.
Everything went still for the dragon, save for the roaring in his ears.
He didn't hear the sorcerer supreme speak to Wally, he was too far out of range for the barrier to enclose him when it was erected. He didn't feel anything except for bubbling…
Burning…
Rage.
ነ ክ ል የ…!
Play They Came by Night by Audiomachine (Drumscores 2)
Azzon stared into the darkness, a plain of fire and jagged crystal as far as the eye could see before him. Above him, the skies roiled in cloudym volatile waves; red lightning flashing, black fire arcing from the clouds of smoke and sulfur; twin suns burned, and Azzon's own green eyes caught onto the two points of light.
No… those weren't lights…
What were they…?
The two suns seemed to narrow in their radius before a low roar bellowed, catching and grating in its ruthless bloodthirst.
Burn them…
Hate them…
Judge them…
Azzon staggered back, his wings and tail tucking into his body in pain as the voice rippled and shook the plains.
Burn them…
Hate them…
Find them…
The dragon prince clapped his hands over his ears, the claws brushing the seal-bands on his horns.
Half-Life, Mongrel, Weakling, He-Who-Cowers-And-Wails, ABANDONED!
"No, shut up!" Azzon barked out, glaring up at the burning suns. He paused, feeling a curl of familiarity… as if he had seen them before…
Not again...? Always? what? Why?
You-Me-Us-We.
Ỹ̧̛͍̼̳̖̬̯̹̥̄͐͆̾̅̀õ̤̟̺̱͍͛́͌̈́̈́̋u̶̳͠-̵͕̺̬̫̭͈̟̈́͋͆͒͝B̷̬͉̎̈́͊͌̿͒͑͒͘ũ͉̙̪̖̹̦̬̣̒̉͐͆͊ŗ̵̨͎̙̻̠̺͕͔͜͠ń̗̣Ḿ̷̡̨̼̠̝̎̏̀ȩ̷̨͖̠̣͛̍̎͗̃̇͐-̵͙͖̙͊̎̾̎͋̊̀͠͝͠Ḇ̵̢̢͚͓͇̺̏̇̊́̓́͐̽͠ͅu̶̯̗̿̽̎̎̈̿͘͝r̶͙̙̤͓͖̾̇̑̅͑̑̈́̓͘n̶̦͙̰̝̫̮̈̓̈̿͆̈́́̓-̵̙̲͚̦͙̮͎͒̒͑̇̏̊͜Ǔ̗͍s̶̡̖͍͍̤͕̞̰̈́͆̽̿͌̚͘͜B̷̲̗̟̣͚͍̿̾̾̄͘ụ̭͜r̷̡͉̗͐͂̍̓̋ṇ̵̖̬̬̙̲͉͖̍͌͛-̧̧̼͖̜W͙̳̺̮̲̋́͌̅͛̔͒̉̾̕ė̵̡̠͙̘̂̂͊̃̿̌̿͝B̵̭̔̊ų̴̻̘̻̺̰̖͇̿͛̔̀̈͘ͅr̷͓̼̲̤͇̰͗̄̉̈͌̀̈́͠͝n̶̯̞̹̝͇̲̙͇̤̈͗̈́
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̷̪̒͆̂̈͊̾̋Yo̶͙̰͊̀ū̗̝͎̅̒͂̇͛ͅ-̵͕̙̥̔̌̓̋̈́B̵̥̲͈͕̜̆ũ̴̧̦̲͙̤̆̓r̶̡̮̫̖̯͇͙͍̦͑̑̉͝ͅn̺͖̳̜̼͚̭̼̆͂̓̍M̷̥͈͖͊e̷̥̩̗͚̽̈͐̎-̶̝̰͙̺̔̀̅͌B̶̡̛̼̠̭̳͚͇̦͇̪̔̎̓͛̏̊ȕ̷͙̰̝̠̥̣͕̮͊͌͑́̓ͅŗ̷̥̣̞̹͙͚̑́ͅn̴̩̻̦̺̥̟̯̝̹̟̐̏̐-̺̠̞̱͍̄́̄Ų̶̢̻̺̼͖͇̈̅ş̛͙͉̱̂̎͊̈́̆̾̽B̨̮̜̱̥́̚ṳ̶̧̪̩̤̏́̂̍̍͆̈́͋ͅr̰͙̭̼͉͎̭̼̃̆̃͜͝ñ̴̨̮͎͗̂̌-̨̬͖̝̖̖̣̀̽̉̐̍́ͅW̴̧͗͋̅̔̓̌̊̿̂̉e̵̖̥̰̒̅̊͊̀B̶̢̮̯͈̗̜̬̫͎̒̿u̴̬͔̍́̋̓ŗ̴̛̼͚͙̤̠̫̟̓͠ͅn̷͔̫͎͉͔̼͖̏̑̉̒͛́
̴͓͖̽͠Y̶͉̗̥̓̅̀͂ŏ̷̢̘͉̩̮̳̺̺̓͌̄̆u̷̧̳̩͔̦͉̺̯̪͐̔̿̅̍̔́-̶̦̘͚̦͖͉͒B̶̗̰̃̓̉̿͐̽͂ų̦̖̤̲̰̯͔̩͈̊͊̅͛̅ṛ̵̡̨̱̹̮̠͇̽ṉ̵̛͖̯̼̟̲̭͕͕͊̽̊̌M̵̳̖̖̲͕͚̟̯̟͎͌̾̆͐͑̍̉̾̓e̴̢͓̗̣̜͈̝̾̿̐̑-̶̨̱̟̰̓̋̀̃̿͝B̵̡͎͚͚̯͔̣̮̽͐̑́̈̑̓̌̓͝ũ̧͚͎̙͗ŕ̶̜̖̇̈́̿̋̈̚͝ņ̵̳͙̟̯̳̳̣̙͇͒̏̍̓̅̐͘͝-̵̡̢̙̺͖̯̺͗̈́͋̐̆̋̕Ṵ̴̹̘̹͐̃̈̎̇̋̌̕s̶̺̙͇̪͍̦̑̔̎̄͊̑̈́͜ͅB̶̰̙̩̠͇̬͓̙͎̺́͠ư̶̗̩͓̱̹̺͆̈́̍̃̿̐̀̏͂͜ŗ̴̳̝͗̄́͋̂̑n̨̤͚̒̓͛-̶̧͓̖̞͓̟͑͗̀͛̈́̊̏̌̈́Ẉ̯̗̝͈̘̈́̑̏̌̎͜ͅe̷̩̥̺̹̘̲͔̼͚̋́́B̷̡̛̪̯̥̟̩͊̑̈̈́́͊̕͠ų͎̣̘̺͕̟̈r̵̟̻͎̪͇̮̯̟̗̰̍ń̶̗͗͆̌̎̚
̵̢͕̘̫̺͎̥̝̹̏͆͌͠Y̷̟̖̥̬͌̈ó̴̠͔̇̑͆̈́͊͒ͅú̵̯̹͚̼̪͈̦̌̎̌-̢̝̗̩͚̹͖̦̄͗Ḇ̴̢̧̩̥̬̰̬͂̑̾́̽̉̀̀͝ũ̡̧̫̿r̷̢͙̠̯͉̼̩͒̓͘ń̶͎̙M̢̡̤̩̙̰̺̪̞̃̂̒̽̇̏̎ͅė̙̪͇̇̅͝-̴̨̪̯͎̜̺̭̚ͅB̵̯̺̯̺̙̺̳̲͑̄͆͋͆͂͊̓ų̵̭̲̜̬͇͆̀͝ŕ̴̛͈͙͒́̈́͑̚̕̚ń̷̨̘̓-̴̪͚͙͔̱̼̈́̎̇Ŭ̷̮̻̺̽̀͆́̈́̈̍s̷̖̗͖̩̈́͆̅̃̔̐̕̚͝B̴̢̧̯̻̗̉̋͛͆̇̍̄͘ͅu̵̢̬̞̭̺͖͑̔̐̚ȓ̶̩́͊̀͛͌n͓͉̳̭̖͎̱̉̍̊̚-̵̨̞̲̮̠̬̟̘̹̩̎͛͋̔͛̓̿̈́̃̚W̴̖͓̱̭̩̳̲͗͐ę̶͈͕͍̬̅̅̍̈́͑̍B̴̨͙̪̟̝͖̬̱͈̉͛̅͌̿̈́̏u̷̡̼͋̍̈́̈͋̉͘r͚̝̫̭̃͗̆̚͘͝͠n
̥̩͎͕̌̋̊͂
Then the plains, the storm, the fire, and suns froze. Still, like the world was holding it's breath.
N̵̡̝̯̣̱̆͒͜ͅǫ̵̴̡͔̼̣̟͍̬̯̘̲̱̓͌̿́͊̈͛́̏̓͗͗̂͆͝O̷͖̪̩̙̹̰̙̲̳̎̉̎̉͊̒́̕ṉ̵̛́̆͐̚ė̷̡̨̛̺̗̠̮̥́͑̆̊͑̌́͊̂̽͠ĭ̙͈͍̠̒̍̔̈́́̃̚s̵̷̩̞̞̰͙̘̘͉̥͎̥̱̞̤͎̦͖̖͓͕̀̈́̇̓̉̊̉̀́̂̓́̉͝͝ť̴̢̄͠h̴̢͚̯͙̙̖͍̫̮͗͌ͅe̷̼̐̈͗́̌r̷̮͉̮̠̠͒̇̔̿̓ȩ̵̴̛̲̬̫̤̳̭̞͙̥̩͛̑̎͐̆́̌̌͐̈́͗͘ͅf̷̦͇̭̍̀̀̕̚͜͝͝͝ͅo̶̙̟̻̫̠̞̮͍̍r̴̷̡̥̘̱̰͎̮͈̰̳̼̗̹͒̄̎̑̅̊̋͜ͅy̵͎̳͉̍͊̐͝o̴̧̢̧̻̦̓́̉͌͛̀̚͝ͅṷ̷̡̭̹̤̖̜̰̭͎̆̂̈͊̇̍.̶̡͖̬͔̼̓̓̀̒̾͂̌͜.̜̌̏͠.̵̵̨̧̛̘̼̞̳̱̻͙̙͈̞͚̻̍̈́͒̈́͋̏̂̔́̍̇͠n̷̳͎͓͑͒͊̌̈́̍ọ̴̽̎ ̶̢̧̛̲̭͕̌o̵̤̊͗n̴̪̼͚͆̇̓̈̅̚͠͝ė̷̟̬̲̦͊̑͊̉͑̿̓́͐̈́̕í̵̯͖̯̣͉͗̽̅̀̽̌̆̈͠s͈͚̙̟̣̒͠ͅ ̵̡͖͙͗͐̈́̐̋̃̽̚͝ǫ̴̝͖̤̲̫͓̬̈́̚͜n̶̴̡̡̝̭̥̳̯̻̥͚͎̗̲̆̎̀̀͐͊͐̆̀͘͠͠y̵̳̟̪̖͔̽̂̒̕oû͎̽̔̓͠ŗ̴̨̥̫̍͌́̑̎͊̒́̆̈́̐s̶͙̣̻̪̣͚̫̼͙̣̋̈̿̀̎́ị̴̧̧́̿d̶̢̼̳̪̦̗̥͖̏̆̄̏̌̈́͂̚͜͜ę̷̧̦͇̙̖̼͍̈̂͋̏̕.̶͓̤̞̭̟̲́͌̏.̶̢̰͔͎̙͍̫͔͚̎̃͂̌̋̎͐.̴̩̬̤̝͖̝̦̖̲̐̊
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Klarion paused, feeling a ripple come from behind him. Turning away from the annoying speedster and the even more annoying Lord of Order, the Witch Boy saw the half-breed shaking where he stood. The creature's wings were trembling, and the ends of his horns flashed ominously.
The color wasn't the usual blue or white, however…
Azzon's horns flashed, no rippled, a burning, volcanic, violent red. The colored borders of his wings flushed from their icy blue-teal to an ashy grey steeped in blood, and the star patterns connected with bolts of electricity, the arcs of power connecting before engraving into the membrane with bloody furrows.
Looking up, Azzon revealed his face to those on the rooftop- his right eye remained his own, but the left made Wally flinch back in fear; it was a burning, malevolent gold, the sclera a deep blood red that added a sinister air to the draconic teenager. Black and red flames streamed from the corners of the mismatched oculars, creating an evil-sounding hiss. "What is this?" Klarion asked, tilting his head in curiosity. The halfling's magic levels were rising fast, but they were still leagues below the bar that the Witch Boy was on. With a cocky smirk, Klarion turns from the speedster and the old wizard and claps excitedly. Azzon's eyes narrowed, the pupils thinning even more as the dragon tracked the movement the Witch Boy made.
"Oh, boy! You're new, aren't you?" A low rumble made the tower tremble, the power now visibly radiating from his body. The bands on his horns rattled, a low yet high pitched ringing emanating from them. His tail snapped back and forth, creating a sound akin to a snapping whip, the fins on the end disintegrating with the force of the actions only to reform on the underside and overside of his now thickening tail.
"Not gonna talk to me?" Klarion asked, his voice dropping to dangerous levels. Azzon tilted his body forwards, his arms dangling like a puppet's with its strings cut; with a flick of his wings, he shot off parallel to the roof, tearing up the brick on his way to slam into the Lord of Chaos.
Klarion barely had time to fly away before a flaming impact hit the bricks where he had just been standing. The wards over the surface of the Tower of Fate shuddered, visible golden cracks splintering into the brickwork before vanishing just as quickly. Azzon bared his teeth, his lips drawing over lengthening fangs in a vicious, crazed snarl before his mouth dropped; a plume of red and black flame, a stark contrast to his usual blue and white, exploded from his maw, ripping up stone and magic alike as it barreled for the Lord of Chaos.
The sound grated on the ears of everyone present, like the screeching of claws against a chalkboard, the ringing of a malevolent bell, and the roar of a monster all in one.
Jerking his head unnaturally, Azzon shut his mouth with an audible clack, his palms slamming into the roof with a crackle of strength and weight behind them. The dragon's compacted body lurched forwards, his taloned feet slamming into the roof behind him and making it crumble under the power behind it. Shooting off again, Azzon reappeared briefly with a squirming, hissing, spitting creature in his hands- a cat.
"Teekl!" Klarion howled, fear interwoven in his cry. Azzon blinked wickedly at the Witch Boy before smirking, all teeth and rage and cunning, before st0mping the roof of the tower and making a giant hole. Leaping into the chasm, Azzon dove into the bowels of the Trower of Fate with an enraged Klarion on his tail. Wally jerked, seeing the faint, barely-there sparks of lightning flickering over the dragon's form.
Azzon was using Speedster abilities…?
"Oh, dear," a weak voice rasped. Wally gasped, looking down at Nelson as the old man struggled to keep his eyes open. "Mister Nelson! Hold on, I'll-." The old sorcerer shook his head at the young speedster, his eyes kind. "There's no fixing this, sonny," he said.
"Listen closely… I and Nabu have a task that you must undertake…"
Within the tower, things weren't going very well. Superboy, M'gann, Kaldur, and Artemis were pinned by Abracadabra, nets of paralyzing electricity crackling over their bodies. "The Witch Boy should have things wrapped up with the old man by now," the false Magician drawled, looking over the pained teenagers in boredom.
"Now then-."
The wall just to the left of the man exploded outwards, sending him and bits of stone and brick flying. The mechanism keeping the electricity nets over the teens spazzed and fizzed out from the sudden surge of magical power, and Kaldur froze, something in him shriveling up in fear. Two points of light, one green, and the other a blood red set behind cold gold, peered through the smoke and dust veil of the hole in the wall; Klarion cackled as he flew through the dust, his hands crackling with magic energy.
"How could you do that to a defenseless kitten?!" the Witch Boy yelled mockingly.
In response, two pyres of fire ignited before they vanished.
M'gann flinched at the sight and feel of those flames, though she couldn't see the one behind them. The impact of magic against magic snapped through the air, drowning out everyone and everything else. A flash of lightning crackled with an eerie wail before arcing from the attacker and striking Klarion, sending the Dark Witch sprawling.
The cloud arced and trailed into the sky as the attacker leapt away, the figure spinning in the air before slamming down in front of the other four team members.
Their eyes widened in shock and fear, finally seeing their impromptu savior.
Azzon was low to the ground with his arms and legs, his heavyset tail thumping the ground in an irregular beat. The bangles that were always attached to his horns glowed red hot, vibrating fiercely and emitting a high-pitched ring that made Superboy wince in pain.
The heat rippled from the smaller, compact body of the team's resident dragon, lightning and flame crackling and arcing from the teen's teeth. Lightning crackled around the edges of Azzon's wings, sending the acrid smell of blood into the air- never had Azzon been harmed by his own powers, but the dragon didn't even seem to be registering the pain.
Turning Back to Klarion, Azzon hissed and tensed, readying to lunge at the Witch Boy.
"Azzon! Stand down!" Kaldur ground out through the pain of overheating. The dragon snapped his head over to the Atlantean, and the older teen flinched back when his gaze connected with the gold and red eye Azzon now sported.
"C̫̯͓͉̹̊͐̑̍̓͜͝ͅỏ̢̨̝̜̪̯́̄̀̒̀̀̈́̑͒͜w̴̛̩̺̼̫͖̲̲̽̇̒͊̃̍̒â̴̖͎̦͕͕̮͆̄͝ŕ̴̡̭̼͓̞͎̥̙͓̈́́̈́̍̔̿d͔̖͔̫̒ͅ.̶̨͍̼̗́̈́͌̌̚͘.̷̧̉̎̒̾̈́̏́͋͑.̡̰͚̮̥͎̙͕͖́̀ ņ̷̙͙̺͙̦̖̹̣̊̀̈́̏͊͛̇͘ǫ̴̹͙̹͉̣͖̱̮̒̉̎̈́t͉̻̼̻̪͈̮̦̮̃͜ ̴̨̛̛̯̖̲̊͋͊̀͛m̴̮̠̳̩̥̣̐̊̾̾̀ý̵̱̰̥̞̱̙̗̮̝̞ ̱̻̖̈́́̄̎Ȁ̵̡̛̫̯̣̙͖̜͓̤̃́͌̽͂̉̇͜lp̫̊̔̐͂̀̑͝h̵̢̖̙̯͋̃͌̇̈́͐͆̏͘ͅḁ̴̟̈́̊̆͛̾̒̒̓…" the dragon growled out, the words unintelligible to anyone. Glaring back at Klarion, Azzon lunged, fire and lightning swirling around his body.
The Witch Boy ground his teeth, tiring of the game, and fisted his hands, his own chaotic energy swirling around him.
Before the two could collide, a brilliant flash of light erupted from over the two opposing groups, and Azzon hissed in agitation, skidding to a stop.
"Noooo!" Klarion yelled in anger, looking up at the source of the interruption.
I see that you have taken liberties with my Tower, Lord of Chaos, a powerful voice echoed. Azzon snarled, his red fire and black lightning spinning even more erratically.
"O̷͈̺̤̟̭̬͔͉̓̈́͆͛̄͘͜r̶͕̼͓̙͖̫͍̭͎͙̀̈́́͋͌̌̇ḑ̶̛̦̩̫͖͎͎̝̎̓̽͒̽͛̐͠͝è̶̖͇̩͇͈͔͚͍͆͜r̶̰̜̰̖̗͂̌̀-̵͕̰͠͝͠Gọ̠͕͚̈̕͜d̶̡̧̪̈"
I think I got lost somewhere in the middle of this chapter, lol. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging, as few of you as there are, so here ya go! I might take it down and add more later.
By the way- anyone wanna take a guess at who or what Azzon really is? ;)
