When a demon lord thinks too much....
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This Darkness drabbleis in the honore of tygati
Warning this drabble wasn't beta-ed yet.
I am still working on a story about them. i had the idea from a dream, But I still can't find the right words for it.
It was dark, everything was dark around him, a living breathing darkness, he was in hell. Well at least he was in the right realm this time. He could almost smell the smoke raising from the burning tar pits feel, hear the scream of the damned souls, the power of darkness, that was in every fiber, in every cell of his body, was calling out to them.
Yes, he was home in the Dark Realms, he was sure of that, but where in the seventh layers of hell was he exactly??? He knew every crack, every cave, every pit, every dragon den, every corner, he knew everything like the back of this horn, but why couldn't he remember this place, it was somehow so familiar.
Well he could always blow it up like he did with half of Vazirel castle. But that time it wasn't his fault, he ended up teleporting inside a wall and couldn't get out.
.
He was one of the two most powerful beings ever to walk the face of earth or hell, nothing was stopping him to destroy this place. In fact he gathered his power to do just that...nothing...nothing except...oh no. That memory made a shiver run down his spine. His lover, had like him a passion for punishments and torture. Not that he hated them but .... there was only one thing in the entire world that he - the High Lord Azragael, Lord of Darkness over the seventh circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of fire and holding dominion over the future yet to come, was afraid off. A punishment so horible that only High Lord Lurizal, Lord of Darkness over the inner circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of ice holding dominion over the past that already came, could force him to do it. The great and terrible'' NO SEX torture" Not even him was able to go through that again, he didn't know how the so called human monks could take it. It was too cruel.
May he should have "thought" more this time, lucky for him, he had taken a few bottles of booze from the mortal world to help him "think" even harder.But the sound of a door opening and a too well known annoyed voice stopped him:
"Azragael, what are you doing in my closet, again?"
So that was why this place was so familiar; he remembered he had used it to jump Lurizal a few times. It is true he missed some times and got the servants instaid.The stuff was never the same, no one that ever got jumped by a horny Demon Lord, who had been thinking too much, could ever be sane again. Since then no servant ever got near this closet, so no one would ever disturb them...... that gave him a great idea.
"And another thing....Azragael are you listening to me?!?!?" Lurizal growled crossing his arms over his chest.
Before he could mutter one more sound, Azragael, grabbed him, dragging him inside the closet, shutting him up with a well placed kiss and closing the door behind them.
This Darkness drabbleis in the honore of tygati
Warning this drabble wasn't beta-ed yet.
I am still working on a story about them. i had the idea from a dream, But I still can't find the right words for it.
It was dark, everything was dark around him, a living breathing darkness, he was in hell. Well at least he was in the right realm this time. He could almost smell the smoke raising from the burning tar pits feel, hear the scream of the damned souls, the power of darkness, that was in every fiber, in every cell of his body, was calling out to them.
Yes, he was home in the Dark Realms, he was sure of that, but where in the seventh layers of hell was he exactly??? He knew every crack, every cave, every pit, every dragon den, every corner, he knew everything like the back of this horn, but why couldn't he remember this place, it was somehow so familiar.
Well he could always blow it up like he did with half of Vazirel castle. But that time it wasn't his fault, he ended up teleporting inside a wall and couldn't get out.
.
He was one of the two most powerful beings ever to walk the face of earth or hell, nothing was stopping him to destroy this place. In fact he gathered his power to do just that...nothing...nothing except...oh no. That memory made a shiver run down his spine. His lover, had like him a passion for punishments and torture. Not that he hated them but .... there was only one thing in the entire world that he - the High Lord Azragael, Lord of Darkness over the seventh circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of fire and holding dominion over the future yet to come, was afraid off. A punishment so horible that only High Lord Lurizal, Lord of Darkness over the inner circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of ice holding dominion over the past that already came, could force him to do it. The great and terrible'' NO SEX torture" Not even him was able to go through that again, he didn't know how the so called human monks could take it. It was too cruel.
May he should have "thought" more this time, lucky for him, he had taken a few bottles of booze from the mortal world to help him "think" even harder.But the sound of a door opening and a too well known annoyed voice stopped him:
"Azragael, what are you doing in my closet, again?"
So that was why this place was so familiar; he remembered he had used it to jump Lurizal a few times. It is true he missed some times and got the servants instaid.The stuff was never the same, no one that ever got jumped by a horny Demon Lord, who had been thinking too much, could ever be sane again. Since then no servant ever got near this closet, so no one would ever disturb them...... that gave him a great idea.
"And another thing....Azragael are you listening to me?!?!?" Lurizal growled crossing his arms over his chest.
Before he could mutter one more sound, Azragael, grabbed him, dragging him inside the closet, shutting him up with a well placed kiss and closing the door behind them.