Azrael's domination (part two)
With Kal desperately clinging onto my shoulder, pulling me away from the violent acts I would so very much like to commit, it is all I can do to hold back every coiling flame that singes my insides to prevent myself from losing my mind entirely. Noticing my internalised struggle, Azrael simply smiles fiendishly, fangs glinting behind his lips with a horrifying luminosity.
Spitting with anger, I throw him the finger, struggling half-heartedly under Kal's grip.
Azrael clicks his tongue mockingly, leaning further back on the throne that was never his to sit in.
"Manners, Serena. Maintain some dignity would you?"