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Honey,
up I rose from the dead, I do it all the time
fin-murphy:
“Alright, let’s get a move on, Pappy.”
“You don’t mind if I call you Pappy, do you?”
Looking to the smile, Azazel gave him a shrug. “I’ve been called worse,” he mumbled as he began walking toward the pub. It took a full few minutes to reach the alley way and he rounded the corner. It was dark with no lights illuminating the way but he was used to the darkness and saw his way to the door. Giving it a knock, Azazel flashed a charming smile to the guard who opened the door.
Once inside, the lights were dimmed and the bass from the music shook his chest cavity. Though it wasn’t his scene, the bar had carried a drink no one would think Satan’s right hand man would love; a midori sour. “I’ll buy your first drink,” he offered.
deceivcrx:
“That’s what I’m talking about, man!” Samael patted the man in the back. “Considering this town is full of boring pieces of shit, probably during the weekend or no one will fucking be there.”
A brow rose as he looked toward the fellow demon. No one touched him, and in hell, no one dared to do so in fear of the fire and brimstone he’d reign down upon any soul ... no matter what level they were. Azazel wished his identity could be seen through the meat suit he was wearing, but it seemed he had to remind his fellow damned soul who he was. “Right,” the man said, shrugging himself off. “Well, the kid doctor I’m possessing has a large home ... I could always host a party; corrupt souls, maybe sell a few things for said souls.”
fin-murphy:
“If I go there do you promise no one’s going to murder me? Cross your heart?”
“And hope to die,” he answered with a nod. “If you need company, all you have to do is ask lad.”
fin-murphy:
“Is it a pub that has a name?” Fin asked, bored enough to at least try out any suggestions they came across. “What is that supposed to mean? And don’t worry, I’ll ask about that senior discount on your behalf.”
“Nothing, kiddo,” Azazel harped with a smirk. “The pub doesn’t have a name actually like I said, hole in the wall type of bar. But it’s right down the street, make a right to the first alley and it’s the only door in there. Kind of a sketchy look to it but there’s no password to get in. “Once you’re in there, ask for my buddy Joey and he’ll hook you up with something nice.”
fin-murphy:
“Yeah, glitter bitch, you look like you know the type,” Fin responded, stuffing their hands in the pocket of their jacket. They shifted from one foot to the other as the man continued to speak. “Well, fuck, that’s discouraging. Yeah, I will–I’ll ask about senior discounts too.”
“Yeah, I unfortunately do know the type; though I’m not one hundred percent a fan of them,” the demon answered, completely unfazed by the young soul’s sarcastic remarks. “There is a pub down the road, it’s a bit of a hole in the wall but I’m sure they’ll be people there to fuck around with ... people more your type.” As it was one of his God given powers ... or rather his brother’s given powers, Azazel was able to see within the soul inhabiting the body; the personality, the mind. “They might even offer a senior discount.”
“Christ, is there anything cool in this town?” Fin mumbled under their breath, though truth be told it had been their intention to catch the attention of whoever was standing close enough to hear. “Like a record store or a half decent bar? Or anything that doesn’t look like it belongs sandwiched between a frozen yogurt store and some glitter bitch boutique?”
Looking over to the voice, Azazel’s brow quickly rose at the question. “Some glitter bitch boutique?” he questioned with a grin. It was the first time he had heard something of the sort. “That’s new. But honestly since being here I haven’t had a fun day. If you find a place, though, let me know some time.”
hauntvng:
Marisol didn’t know what was it about him but something seemed off, felt off. And again; it could’ve been simply her was just too paranoid due everything going on in her life and her fear of seconds ago feeding further into her paranoia but she didn’t feel right around him. The nurse wanted to take a step back and leave but she remembered the reason she was standing here right now was because something else was blocking the other way. “ Nothing. ” She simply gave, gaze lowering to her feet as she simply hoped this would be over soon. Everything would be over soon. “ You’re in my way. ”
“Well, well buttercup, it sure don’t seem like nothing,” Azazel pointed out, a wicked smirk playing along his lips. He knew exactly what was going on - he could feel it. He could feel the dark entity in the hospital corridor with them; all the more reason to fuck around with the human’s head. “Are you sure you’re okay?” the demon asked, taking a step closer to the woman.
“Not to sound like a total prick,” which he could admit he probably was. “This town needs a bit of a party and I’m willing to organize it, as long as people don’t mind wearing their birthday suits.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!”Azazel wore an amused smile as he flung his fist in the air. “I am one hundred percent down for this my good sir. Where and when?”
※ UNDER THE DOME 1x12: EXIGENT CIRCUMSTANCES SENTENCE STARTERS ※
starters from the twelfth episode of the first season of cbs’ “under the dome”! feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more utd
“I recognize the threat, believe me.”
“I’m declaring a state of emergency.”
“That bastard threatens all of us.”
“It will take sacrifice, but we will survive.”
“I want eyes on that unidentified object.”
“Any new information will be delivered immediately.”
“No, no, let me see.”
“How long have you had this?”
“All right, you need to move this.”
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m on your side. Always.”
“You need an extra hand today?”
“I was looking for you all night.”
“You’re in danger. Someone’s gonna try to kill you.”
“I need somebody I can trust on the inside.”
“Just be careful today.”
“Please don’t scream.”
“There are a lot of people looking for you.”
“Everything they’re saying about me, it’s not true.”
“She was lucky to survive.”
“You think she’ll come out of it?”
“So what’s the plan?”
“There are a lot of ifs here.”
“Now, are you in, or are you out?”
“Just… just don’t touch anything.”
“He’s got a walkie, but I think I can take him out before he uses it.”
“He was an accident waiting to happen.”
“He’s a liability.”
“He didn’t do it, did he?”
“He did more than enough to deserve whatever punishment he’s got coming to him.”
“You think I’d hurt them?”
“I can get it for you. I can help. I can be useful.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“They’re gonna smile when you die.”
“It could be our way out of here.”
“Don’t touch it — last person who did got hurt.”
“Are you okay after what we saw last night?”
“Do you trust him?”
“He wouldn’t lie to me about that.”
“I don’t know what anything means anymore.”
“I just need someone to talk to.”
“You’re the only one who understands what I’m going through.”
“Can we go somewhere private?”
“I just don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“You don’t have to do it alone. I’m always going to be with you.”
“It feels so good just to hold you again.”
“Let me tell you how much time we don’t have for this.”
“I’ll fix it. I’ll get you out.”
“Come over here and talk to me, please.”
“That doesn’t mean we should kill him.”
“Tell me where it is, and we’ll forget any of this happened.”
“You… don’t… scare… me.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“I would never hurt her. You gotta know that.”
“That’s as cold as cold-blooded gets.”
“I’ll say what you want me to say.”
“How do I know you’re gonna keep your word?”
“I love you, but don’t lie to me.”
“That would be very bad for both of us.”
“Let’s get back to work.”
“Rules are necessary. And when rules are broken, there must be justice.”
“How do you plead?”
hauntvng:
Marisol’s eyes were trained upon the dark figure standing mere steps away from her. This one seemed hell-bent on not letting her have a moment of peace. And if it was any worse it was standing in the only place where she needed to go right now. Maybe she had finally lost it, and at this point it was her own mind feeding into her paronia but Marisol couldn’t tell the difference anymore, instead of braving up and standing her ground the young woman gave a half turn and began to run the other way; if this thing was real, it was just seconds before it got to her. But something, more like someone was blocking her path and she ended up running into them, a loud yelp escaping her lips at the collision. Fear settling in her chest as she tried to calm down. ❝ I thought… you were something else… sorry. ❞
He wanted to be part of James for a little while long; as long as he could possibly spend time in the meat suit without it decaying. In order to do such a thing, Azazel had to make a visit to the hospital where he needed to speak to the supervisor about taking a vacation ... as James. It wasn’t hard to channel the grieving husband and father which was why Azazel sauntered into the hospital confidently but with a sort of sorrow in his body language to resemble a mourning man. Azazel had peered down to the uncomfortable shoes on his feet, grumbling from the leather soles thumping against the tiles. It was at that moment when he felt something hit her. Small enough for her to bounce off him but not strong enough to move him an inch, the demon guessed it was a human. Looking toward the mess standing in front of him, he tried desperately not to smile at his new target. “Something else?” he questioned with furrowed brows. “Something like?”
Name → Azazel
Age → Unknown
Species → Demons
Occupation → None
Neighborhood → Heavenmedow
Personality Traits → persistent; Knowledgeable; Athletic
Personality Traits → Evil; Liar; Selfish
Face Claim → Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Not much is known about the demon Azazel in the bibical readings, only that Azazel enjoys the distinction of being the most mysterious extra-human character. Unlike other Hebrew proper names, the name itself is obscure. Confirmed by the Book of Enoch, which brings Azazel into connection with the Biblical story of the fall of the angels, Azazel is represented as the leader of the rebellious giants in the time preceding the flood; he taught men the art of warfare, of making swords, knives, shields, and coats of mail, and women the art of deception by ornamenting the body, dying the hair, and painting the face and the eyebrows, and also revealed to the people the secrets of witchcraft and corrupted their manners, leading them into wickedness and impurity.
This was until, at last, he was at the Lord’s command, bound hand and foot by the archangel Raphael and chained to the rough and jagged rocks of Ha Duduael, where he was to abide in utter darkness until the Day of Judgment, when he will be cast into the fire to be consumed forever.
He was released at the hands of Lucifer himself where he retreated to reevaluate his sorcery. It had been centuries since Azazel was awakened to the world of humans; but it was time for him to come out and play as the world grew closer to Judgment day.
Choosing a human meat suit to inhabit wasn’t hard. It seemed in the new century, demonic possessions were easier; welcoming even. It surprised him to find humans welcomed the evil entities inside their minds, bodies and souls only to find it was no picnic. James Haldeman, a Pediatric Doctor had not only lost his first and only child within hours of its birth, James lost his wife of seventeen years during the birth of his son. His heart was broken to come back home to nothing; a large four-bedroom house that held nothing but one hurting soul. Nights seemed longer, and the days seemed to fade quick. Each rare bite he’d take from a frozen dinner tasted like nothing and the air he was breathing was slowly starting to hurt his lungs with each expansion.
He was looking for anything to heal the hole in his heart. He tried everything from alcohol to drugs to anything that would heighten his adrenaline even for a few seconds to feel something again. Azazel noticed the few near death experiences and saw his chance; his scapegoat back to Earth. It took a few tries, but finally James gave in during a dream Azazel had manifested where James was able to see his beautiful wife and his son grown to the age of seven. Disguised as his wife, Azazel was able to fool James into letting him in; from that moment forward, Azazel had possessed James’ body and was welcomed back onto Earth.
02.01 in my time of dying