azura-of-the-flame

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Okay!” The demon smiles, believing him at face value. Her hair shifts, before it shoots out into spear-like tendrils through all the drones within her field of view.

She pouts a little at the debris, before using her hair to sweep it up.

“People should really clean up after themselves! I heard Pride had a garbage problem, but I never thought it could spread to the skies too.”

“Hello there, sir!” A tall draconic demon with absurdly long hair approaches. “It’s been a good while since I’ve been to the Pride ring, what’s with all the metal birds? I’ve never seen them in Wrath.”

She points to a Vox Tech drone like it’s a strange creature.

@azura-of-the-flame

Hello madam, those things flying around are called trash you should knock them out of the sky.

[azura-of-the-flame]

“I… I may not have done it on purpose, but my actions that led to those results were nothing but pure selfishness. I am fortunate that you met me as I am now. The person I was during my adolescence would have disgusted you.”

Forget about disgust, most sinners back in those days would take one look at her and flee like their very lives depended on it.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Ah well, my late brother… he’s dead because of me, and I ruined my sister’s life. So, you could say I have a bad track record of hurting the people I love most.”

Azura clenched her fists in self disgust. She didn’t deserve friends…

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Hardly. I just did it because I wanted to play with them again. Besides, I have a lot to make up for…”

She looks a little somber at her last comment.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

She shrugs.

“I would rather that they be happy than anything else. Mostly my contracts are for them to stop trying to kill me so we can be friends.”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

She gives him a very gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Sorry to hear that. Let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help. I could even as around the sinners I have under contract if you want. Some of them can be a biiiit stabby but I will make sure they know they aren’t allowed to hurt anyone on hotel grounds.”

She offers readily.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“I’m sure you will make it in no time! You’ve been working so hard. How has the hotel been doing?”

She asks, looking around.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Well, little fella, you certainly have good taste. I like Alastor too.”

She looks back up to Alastor.

“I wish I had the chance to meet your mother the more I hear about her. You will have to pass on my well wishes to her when you’re redeemed.”

She says it without any doubt in her mind that Alastor will be redeemed, as well as the awareness that someone like her simply doesn’t qualify.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

Eating human flesh wasn’t something Azura found disturbing, as she had never grown around the stigma to it that humans have. While certainly not polite to do in high society events, demons eating demons wasn’t all that strange either. So Azura only found herself mystified by this new creature.

“Interesting. Some of the Ars Goetia can possess humans but usually it’s just temporary.”

She leans close to the shadow, not recognizing the creature as a threat.

“So you must like Alastor a whole lot to come down here with him.”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Ate?”

Azura seems confused. She isn’t familiar with human folklore at all. She’s only been on Earth a handful of times as a teenager, and her brother had always dragged her back home before she could draw too much attention by asking mortals questions.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“I’m not trying to bribe either of you. I was just taught that it is good etiquette to bring some form a of gift with you for the hosts when visiting another’s house.”

She didn’t want to get the little guy in trouble!

“Besides, I like giving gifts.”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Oh, hello again.”

She addresses the shadow, looking a bit guilty.

“I kind of forgot about you. Do you want me to bring you something next time!”

She vaguely remembers seeing the shadow before, but at the time, she had dismissed it as some kind of spell. Looking closer, she could tell that it was a spirit of some kind. A type she hadn’t seen before too.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“She seems pleasant to be around. She must have made you feel loved as a kid.”

Azura felt a pang of envy that she suppressed. She wanted to be happy for her friend. She was happy for her friend.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“What was-is she like? You talk about her often, so I guess I’m curious.”

Azula’s mother was cold, and business orientated. Someone who had only spoken to her children when they needed to be scolded for ‘forgetting their status’ as Ars Goetia.

Azura wanted to know how the two mothers were alike and different.

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“I think I’m starting to get your gift tastes down pat. Now don’t be shy if there’s anything you’d like. I know sinners can’t leave pride so I’m more than happy to make the trip on your behalf!”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Thank you very much!”

She offers him the magazines.

“And these are some catalogs from the gluttony ring! After the fridge, I thought you might be curious to see what else is available.”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"

[azura-of-the-flame]

“Lots of experience. I don’t like burdening people because of my recklessness. But if you’re offering, can you help tie down the end? It’s a bit tricky with one hand.”

She gestures to the end of the bandage, which was currently loose. Azura thinks about what Alastor said.

“I would do anything to see my brother alive and well again, but at the same time, I think it might have hurt equally as much if he were alive, but willingly chose to cut me out of his life.”

Azura walks into the lobby with a wide smile on her face. Accompanied with a black eye, also on her face. And possibly a broken left wrist.

“Alastor?!”

She calls out, feeling jovial enough to drop honorifics. She raises her right hand, which is carrying what looks to be magazines.

“I’ve brought another present!”

"Oh. Oh, dear... P-presents are all well and good, but what happened? Your eye... Your arm. Have you been fighting again??"