"I told you, I'm willing to pay it." Even though it might mean frequent visits, more time away from her Azriel when he needed her the most especially in the moments he spent longer at Bellora's beck and call. In a way, she too would eventually succumb to her own destruction, seduced by the darkness that lay within this version among his psychotic glories. Certainly so, Emilia could imagine the other reason entering Az's mind and while she intentionally brought herself here to foolishly ask advice on the goddess problem....there's a deeper desire she could not admit to him much less her own being. "Really hate the way you said her name with familiarity. You think my Azriel missed the chaos a part of him relished, maybe, but he's been struggling coping with a complicated emotional toll." Much time must have passed between the last they interacted and now, although, neither talked about the family Azriel built beyond the bedroom door. Mil could feel each muscle in her body go rigid as Azriel minimized their space, his finger leaving a scorching sensation from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. She should turn around that instant, never providing the dream witch an opportunity to do something unpredictable while her back was turned. "Bellora is using Jadis Hawke as a vessel, but Jade's growing too weak to sustain the power. Using Marina isn't just for her abilities, it's a punishment for a reincarnated version of her priestess who stole away one of her lovers. Bellora knows she could wipe out more than the city without lifting a finger." The latter plan likely on the horizon, draining powers like a super battery. The Weaver's lips instantly parted and released a small moan the moment Az's mouth glanced against the flesh of her neck, despising the way her body instinctively leaned against his front, back feeling the warmth of his frame. "How do we fix it?" Emilia snapped away from the fantasy before slowly turning around to face the male, resisting the urge to reach out and touch any part of him. Why did he drive her crazy? "You aren't in the business staunching chaos when it thrives, Az, but how do we truly stop her from destroying everything I care about? If you want these visits between us to continue, you'll tell me."
A hum of satisfaction left his chest in a quiet rumble, the smile never leaving his face. How bravely foolish this Emilia was, to seek knowledge without fully understanding the price before placing everything on the line. Oh, how delicious. "I say it with familiarity because she's my daughter in this timeline, darling. Chaos calls to your Azriel and me like the air we breathe; the only difference is that one controls it and one refuses to. Doesn't matter what he's been coping with, Emilia– he ran. From you, from that Prince of his, he still can't seem to keep his hands off of. All in the name of protection, because when it comes down to it, he can't pull the trigger on what needs to be done. A pattern." In the many memories of his doppelganger that he had picked through, Azriel was impressed, at least a small portion, by the various plans that the other him had hatched in the name of protection; he rarely followed through, and it was irksome. Azriel had so much power, and yet it was stunted, placed behind a barrier to be locked away when it should be free. His lips quirked into a smirk at the sound that Emilia made, knowing that her mind hated what the other Emilia gave into willingly, was conditioned to look for in his embrace. The witch's fingertips ran through Emilia's dark locks, lifting the ends to his lips and inhaling before letting the strands filter through his fingers with a sigh as she moved to face him. "Sure, if Bellora were single-minded, taking Marina would be the ultimate payback to get back at her ex-lover, whatever, but I highly doubt she's as single-minded as everyone thinks. At least not when an opportunity arises, and Marina is an opportunity." Az stared at the brunette for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he allowed himself to take in her question. There was a clear answer in his mind, but he was not her. He wasn't even the small emotionally conflicted version of him. "I only enjoy the chaos I can control, my love. You know how to fix it, deep down you do." Azriel took Emilia's hand in his, leading her to the balcony– pushing open the double doors with the night air rushing to greet them. "Your Jade's body will not be able to keep up with the goddess, which means she will be discarded, and Bellora will either find a new body or, with the help of Marina, deem it safe enough to show herself in the flesh. My money is on the latter, and with so-called 'powerhouse' witches on her side, she will not only take over your realm, but systematically dismantle the gods. She is the goddess of war and chaos, and what is the ultimate satisfaction than conquering your own kind?" Steering the two of them to stand by the banister, Azriel bracketed Emilia in front of him with his hands on the banister around her, leaning in with just a whisper. "The only way to fix it is to do what no one seems to be doing and kill her. Cut the head from the snake. It's not as hard as it seems, look around." His finger traced the skyline of his part of the city that he lorded over before landing on the pathway to his home. On pikes lining the drive were the heads of his enemies– every single King, Queen, Prince, and Princess of Hell save for two that managed to escape to the realm that Emilia hailed from. His collection so close to completion, but that wasn't the point. "There are no gods here. They have not set foot in this timeline because they know better– we are lawless, boundless, limitless. There are several people who have the power to take down the gods, but they just won't. Not even the gods themselves, but me?" A dark chuckle left his lips at his next words, a truth that he knew full well. "I am a god. You fix it by letting me in. Let me take care of it."

















