❤️- What are you to them?
Haziel pauses, fingering the gun jammed down his waistband for a moment. "I would like to say he knows I'm his judge jury and executioner. But..." The angel trailed off for a moment. "I know he still sees me as prey. And i can not wait to show him how fucking wrong he is."
"A monster." Aziphem replied simply, an easy answer for him. "I don't think he has ever seen me as anything else.
🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?
Since i already did this for Azzi/Haziel imma do it for Azzi and Nekcra >:)
Aziphem immediatly goes quiet at the question, as if any memory was painful for him. After a moment, he finally speaks. "If I... have to pick a best memory it was when I was first brought to the underworld. She was... kind. Gentle. She saw something in me she liked and for that I got food, a bed... even if it was a cell, and comfort. The worst memory... started the next day and lasted who knows how long." The demon touches his forehead, fingers turning around his third eye. "I can't- I can't talk about that. It gets agitated if i think too much about it."
"Ahaha oh I have so many good memories of that lovely little thing." Nekcra cooed softly, smile splitting across her face and pulling the piercings holding her mouth in a human shape. "The best though, when that gorgeous yellow eye opened for me. When he took the gift he was practically built to hold. He looked so beautiful when the Harbinger took hold."
Her face soured immediatly, the mouth running down her stomach moving with a growl that came not from her throat but her core. "When the little shit decided to run back to those god forsaken angels, fucking with my project. Ruining my mother's plans. I know he will c ome back to me, and while i plan to greet him with open arms, he will be punished for that."