Where were you? (C.M. Az.+As. side Part 2: Spellbook Sear...
(The first new picture I've drawn for this universe in a long time and the first thing I've drawn in my new sketchbook.)
When Azrael and Asmodeus stepped through the portal, they ended up in an alleyway. Azrael gazed up in wonder. He and Asmodeus had been gone for too long. It looked NOTHING like how it did back when they were still angels.
"Oh, my," Azrael said.
"Oh my indeed," Asmodeus agreed.
Asmodeus then gripped his chest and grunted. His floating faltered as well.
"What's wrong, old friend?" Azrael asked, alarmed.
Asmodeus grunted again.
"Ungh, I think that all that time of being chained has, ungh, taken its toll on me."
"Can you still use your power to find the spellbook?" Azrael asked.
Asmodeus scrunched up the spots where his eyes used to be and strained himself.
"Ungh! Oof, no. It looks like we're going to have to look it ourselves or at least wait until my power returns," Asmodeus said.
"How are we supposed to find that damn book looking like this? We're going to attract unwanted attention, not to mention the fact that it's going to take forever to find one book in a huge city like this!" Azrael pointed out.
"We'll just wait until my power returns."
"Ok, that solves that problem, sort of, but what about our appearances? I might be able to conceal my eyes and hide my teeth, but there is no way in hell you won't attract attention."
Asmodeus turned away.
What are we going to do? Asmodeus thought drunkenly. He is right about my appearance. What can I do? ... Wait. I know what to do.
Asmodeus turned to his partner.
"Well?" Azrael asked.
Instead of answering, Asmodeus closed his eyeless holes again. His form them appeared to distort and melt. Azrael backed up.
"Um, Asmodeus? What are you doing?" Azrael asked nervously.
Asmodeus then rushed over to Azrael and covered him. Azrael struggled within Asmodeus' confines. Asmodeus somehow felt like soft ice that was somehow burning softly at the same time. After a few seconds, Asmodeus' covering ceased. Azrael looked down to see what Asmodeus had done to him. Azrael felt the same as he did before, but now, he was wearing a long, black cloak. Asmodeus' eyeless holes were just underneath the hood part.
"Asmodeus, what have you-!" Azrael started.
"I turned myself into your cloak," Asmodeus interrupted, "This way, I can be w/ you and not attract too much attention. There's also a trick I'd like to test."
At first, nothing happened. Then, when Azrael looked down again, there was nothing! The cloak was gone, and his body was gone too!
"What have you done?!" Azrael said in a frightened tone.
"Calm yourself, my dear partner. I only made us invisible. I was hoping for intangible, but this will have to do," Asmodeus replied.
"Can you change us back?"
"Child's play."
They became visible again.
"That will do," Azrael said, smiling down at Asmodeus, "That will do."
...
Throughout the week, Azrael and Asmodeus searched high and low for that spellbook. The first place they went to was the library, but sadly, it wasn't there. Every other place that they went to afterward was a bust as well. At one point early on, Azrael's stomach had rumbled, and the two fallen angels had realized that they had forgotten that Azrael had a human body and now and that it needed food. As a result, they would go to different places that sold food and stole some of it for Azrael. He hated that they had to steal food, but he knew that they had no choice. There most likely wasn't any place for two demonic-looking fallen angels in the workforce. Day by day, Asmodeus' powers strengthened. His invisibility began to last longer. He was able to stay in his non-cloak form for more periods w/o faltering. And he was even able to teleport them short distances that slowly grew longer. As for Azrael, he grew accustomed to his new body. It felt strange at first, but eventually, it felt natural enough that he had no issues moving around and maintaining it. On the seventh day of the week, Azrael and Asmodeus still hadn't found the spellbook, but they did find something interesting. As they were going to the library again, they found someone that Azrael had forgotten. There was a demon walking out of the library. Before, Azrael would've been silently disapproving of him, but now, it didn't matter to him anymore. The person that followed him, though, was more interesting. It was a patchwork golem, and Azrael knew that he had made its body.
So he DID survive the fall. Excellent! He thought gleefully.
As Azrael observed the patchwork in the alleyway, he turned and looked at Azrael. Azrael gave a smile.
Hee hee. Things just got interesting!
The demon then asked why the patchwork had stopped.
"Asmodeus, turn us invisible," Azrael whispered when the patchwork wasn't looking.
When the patchwork and the demon looked at the alleyway, it seemed that Azrael had never been there.
"Azrael, do you know him?" Asmodeus whispered to him.
"Yes," Azrael replied, "He's the original owner of this body. The fact that he's alive and well makes things much better. He might even make this fun for us."
Asmodeus gave a devilish chuckle.
"I think I've finally rubbed off on you," he replied sinisterly.
...
The next day, Asmodeus gave Azrael some exciting news.
"Azrael, wake up!" Asmodeus said.
Azrael stirred and woke up.
"What is it, Asmodeus?" he asked groggily.
"My sensing power has finally returned. I can sense the book again!"
At that, Azrael bolted upright.
"Are you serious?!" he asked.
"Yes. The book is somewhere on the outskirts of the city, and it isn't too far from where we are. Get up now. We need to get there quickly," Asmodeus said urgently.
Azrael got up pulled Asmodeus even closer to himself and ran off w/ Asmodeus whispering directions to him.
When Azrael and Asmodeus stepped through the portal, they ended up in an alleyway. Azrael gazed up in wonder. He and Asmodeus had been gone for too long. It looked NOTHING like how it did back when they were still angels.
"Oh, my," Azrael said.
"Oh my indeed," Asmodeus agreed.
Asmodeus then gripped his chest and grunted. His floating faltered as well.
"What's wrong, old friend?" Azrael asked, alarmed.
Asmodeus grunted again.
"Ungh, I think that all that time of being chained has, ungh, taken its toll on me."
"Can you still use your power to find the spellbook?" Azrael asked.
Asmodeus scrunched up the spots where his eyes used to be and strained himself.
"Ungh! Oof, no. It looks like we're going to have to look it ourselves or at least wait until my power returns," Asmodeus said.
"How are we supposed to find that damn book looking like this? We're going to attract unwanted attention, not to mention the fact that it's going to take forever to find one book in a huge city like this!" Azrael pointed out.
"We'll just wait until my power returns."
"Ok, that solves that problem, sort of, but what about our appearances? I might be able to conceal my eyes and hide my teeth, but there is no way in hell you won't attract attention."
Asmodeus turned away.
What are we going to do? Asmodeus thought drunkenly. He is right about my appearance. What can I do? ... Wait. I know what to do.
Asmodeus turned to his partner.
"Well?" Azrael asked.
Instead of answering, Asmodeus closed his eyeless holes again. His form them appeared to distort and melt. Azrael backed up.
"Um, Asmodeus? What are you doing?" Azrael asked nervously.
Asmodeus then rushed over to Azrael and covered him. Azrael struggled within Asmodeus' confines. Asmodeus somehow felt like soft ice that was somehow burning softly at the same time. After a few seconds, Asmodeus' covering ceased. Azrael looked down to see what Asmodeus had done to him. Azrael felt the same as he did before, but now, he was wearing a long, black cloak. Asmodeus' eyeless holes were just underneath the hood part.
"Asmodeus, what have you-!" Azrael started.
"I turned myself into your cloak," Asmodeus interrupted, "This way, I can be w/ you and not attract too much attention. There's also a trick I'd like to test."
At first, nothing happened. Then, when Azrael looked down again, there was nothing! The cloak was gone, and his body was gone too!
"What have you done?!" Azrael said in a frightened tone.
"Calm yourself, my dear partner. I only made us invisible. I was hoping for intangible, but this will have to do," Asmodeus replied.
"Can you change us back?"
"Child's play."
They became visible again.
"That will do," Azrael said, smiling down at Asmodeus, "That will do."
...
Throughout the week, Azrael and Asmodeus searched high and low for that spellbook. The first place they went to was the library, but sadly, it wasn't there. Every other place that they went to afterward was a bust as well. At one point early on, Azrael's stomach had rumbled, and the two fallen angels had realized that they had forgotten that Azrael had a human body and now and that it needed food. As a result, they would go to different places that sold food and stole some of it for Azrael. He hated that they had to steal food, but he knew that they had no choice. There most likely wasn't any place for two demonic-looking fallen angels in the workforce. Day by day, Asmodeus' powers strengthened. His invisibility began to last longer. He was able to stay in his non-cloak form for more periods w/o faltering. And he was even able to teleport them short distances that slowly grew longer. As for Azrael, he grew accustomed to his new body. It felt strange at first, but eventually, it felt natural enough that he had no issues moving around and maintaining it. On the seventh day of the week, Azrael and Asmodeus still hadn't found the spellbook, but they did find something interesting. As they were going to the library again, they found someone that Azrael had forgotten. There was a demon walking out of the library. Before, Azrael would've been silently disapproving of him, but now, it didn't matter to him anymore. The person that followed him, though, was more interesting. It was a patchwork golem, and Azrael knew that he had made its body.
So he DID survive the fall. Excellent! He thought gleefully.
As Azrael observed the patchwork in the alleyway, he turned and looked at Azrael. Azrael gave a smile.
Hee hee. Things just got interesting!
The demon then asked why the patchwork had stopped.
"Asmodeus, turn us invisible," Azrael whispered when the patchwork wasn't looking.
When the patchwork and the demon looked at the alleyway, it seemed that Azrael had never been there.
"Azrael, do you know him?" Asmodeus whispered to him.
"Yes," Azrael replied, "He's the original owner of this body. The fact that he's alive and well makes things much better. He might even make this fun for us."
Asmodeus gave a devilish chuckle.
"I think I've finally rubbed off on you," he replied sinisterly.
...
The next day, Asmodeus gave Azrael some exciting news.
"Azrael, wake up!" Asmodeus said.
Azrael stirred and woke up.
"What is it, Asmodeus?" he asked groggily.
"My sensing power has finally returned. I can sense the book again!"
At that, Azrael bolted upright.
"Are you serious?!" he asked.
"Yes. The book is somewhere on the outskirts of the city, and it isn't too far from where we are. Get up now. We need to get there quickly," Asmodeus said urgently.
Azrael got up pulled Asmodeus even closer to himself and ran off w/ Asmodeus whispering directions to him.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Daemon
Gender Male
Size 623 x 914px
No, he isn't. Azrael was saying that him being there could make things interesting, but they aren't interested in hunting him.
They'll only attack any of the Freelancers if the Freelancers get in their way.
Considering what Az and As will do once they get back their spellbook, yeah, they'll need to bring the A-game if they hope to stop it.
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