Azluha
Same warnings apply from the previous chapter. Um... contains scenes of torture and death that may disturb some. But well... that's generally a theme in this. Harry's insane and Azazel is a demon. *snicker* Sugar and spice, and all things nice, it ain't.
Chapter Two
1st May, 1997. Bismarck
Harry walked beside his new travel companion. Well, maybe not quite so new given that they had been travelling together now for almost a month. He glanced at the taller man out of the corner of his eye and snickered when he noticed the man sneakily take a wallet from another man he had bumped into.
"What?" Azazel grumbled moodily, looking through the wallet and then making an interested noise when he pulled out a business card, handing the notes he had taken from it to Harry.
"N-nothing, w-what's so interesting about th-that card? Ooh, a-a-a hundred and t-twenty-t-two dollars. H-hey! Th-this might a-a-actually get us a-a-a room for th-the n-night. W-we w-won't have t-to sleep on the streets again." Harry muttered, placing the money in his back pocket as Azazel threw the wallet in the bin they passed.
"Nah, kid, we're going here." Azazel told him, handing the business card over to Harry, who read it and then turned to gape at Azazel.
"You-you have to be kidding me, right? I-I'm sixteen! I w-won't get into a n-normal bar! A-and you w-wanna t-try to get me into a fetish club? A-are you insane?" Harry asked him, handing the card back to Azazel who was smirking at him.
"Stick with me kid and I'll take you to the moon."
"I-isn't th-that a-a-a quote? A-and I hardly th-think th-that club w-would count as th-the moon." Harry added, looking at the man entirely unimpressed, and making a small noise like a strangled kitten when Azazel chuckled and flicked at a dreadlock. "H-hey!"
"The place is called The Moon. It counts. When are you going to do something about your hair?"
"You-you like it." Harry muttered, tugging on a dread on the other side of his head, and then putting it in his mouth to suck on, grinning when Azazel made a noise of disgust.
"You have no idea where that has been." Azazel told him, grimacing at Harry. Harry just grinned widely at him and then spat the dread out, letting it fall back against his head.
"Sh-sure I do, it's on m-my head, isn't it? I-it's been on the floor, i-in your lap, er... th-that bed back in N-New Jersey and er... o-other places. H-hey, th-this still t-tastes a-a-a little like beer."
"You're sick, kid."
"S-says th-the man wh-who t-took great pleasure in b-beating th-that one guy wh-who was following us, a-a-and th-then leaving him hanging from a-a-a gutter by a-a-a t-ie. W-where did you get th-that t-tie?" Harry asked him suddenly and Azazel just shrugged.
"That guy wanted to do unsightly things to your body, Kid. I was protecting your virtue." Azazel informed him, and Harry snorted and nudged Azazel with his shoulder.
"You-you want t-to do unsightly th-things t-to my body." Harry informed him, ignoring the scandalised look the woman next to him gave him, and then crossing the road with Azazel when the little green man came on.
"Sure, Kid, why'd you think I'm taking you to this bar?" Azazel told him with a leer as he waved the business card at him.
"P-pervert."
"You love it."
"I-if I love it so much, w-why haven't I put out y-yet?" Harry asked him, and Azazel sneered at him and turned his head to look away.
"I'd say it's because you're frigid, but that won't get you to put out any sooner. I have no idea. I just think you're a tease."
"Th-that w-would be y-you. Seriously? Th-that woman th-the other night? U-using me t-to get you-you laid? So n-not cool."
"A man has needs." Azazel said as though that explained everything, which, Harry realised, when it came to Azazel, it really did.
"W-whatever."
"Hey, I help to hide you from those people searching for you, and in return, I don't ask questions and you get to pretend to be my retarded little brother to bring in the innocent young women to my bed. When we can afford a bed." Azazel added in an absent voice.
"Right." Harry said dryly. "A-and th-those guys I bash th-the brains in w-when th-they've got you-you t-trapped in one of th-those circle th-thingies? I know you-you do th-that just so I can kill th-them for y-you."
"Oh, like you care. You're more blood-thirsty than I am. Sick little puppy that you are." Azazel said, pride in his voice belying what he was saying.
"Fine, but you-you cannot say th-that you-you a-are helping me in return for me helping you-you get laid. I help you-you out of th-those stupid circles, w-which I don't a-ask a-about might I a-add." Harry pointed out and Azazel just sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine. You don't ask about the ones that follow me and I don't ask about the ones that follow you." Azazel told him in a bored voice and Harry turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, following Azazel down an alleyway without any thought that the man might actually try to kill him.
"R-right. Fi -" Harry stopped mid-word and looked around him. Making Azazel stop and look at him with a questioning frown.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I th-think you-you're going t-to a-ask questions a-and I'm gonna ha-have to an-answer." Harry muttered, feeling tingling going up his spine as he nibbled on his lips.
"What?" Azazel asked, looking around them with a frown and then back at Harry, who he noticed, was now holding his dagger that he never let Azazel touch.
"Look, Zaz. We-we're a-about t-to get some company th-that er... Th-those people wh-who keep t-trying t-to get me but you-you hide me from just in t-time?"
"Yes..." Azazel said slowly and frowned when he felt something brush over him.
"W-well th-they... they w-were th-the nice guys. Th-the bad guys don't p-play so... nice."
"The nice guys want to kill you? And that's nice?" Azazel asked him still looking around them, feeling like they were being watched.
"Y-yeah. Exactly. I-imagine w-what the-the not-so-nice guys a-and bad guys w-want to-to do to me. Look, th-they - they are. No. W-we are w-wizards." Harry told him clutching his dagger close to him and taking a step closer to Azazel just as they heard several pops just outside the alleyway.
"I think we should talk a bit after we get out of here, Harry." Azazel told him, placing a hand on the base of Harry's back for a second, before straightening up and smirking when four people walked into the alley.
Harry glanced to the side briefly as Azazel chuckled and then paid attention to the four wizards that had appeared in front of them. He absently noted that he only actually recognised one of them. Severus Snape.
"Potter. Your childishness will cease now. Come with us. You are to be trained before you will be sent to kill the Dark Lord. Do not drag this Muggle into things." Snape spat at him, not noticing Azazel narrow his eyes at him and growl quietly.
"F-fuck you! I-I'm not going back t-to be t-tortured! Besides, Zaz i-isn't a-a-a Muggle." Harry spat, though he couldn't help but think his stammer made things less impressive. He then grinned and shot a stunning spell at the wizard nearest to Snape, grin turning into a smirk when the wizard went down with a noise of surprise.
Snape sneered at him and then shot a spell at him that wasn't as nice or light as the stunning spell Harry had started out with, making Harry dodge it and then watch in stunned surprise when Azazel flicked his wrist at the other two wizards he didn't recognise standing next to one another and sending them flying into the wall.
"Still have that stutter then, Potter? I so did enjoy my task in giving you that. How about the tremors? Still getting those?" Snape asked him with a smirk, not noticing the malicious snarl that announcement brought to Azazel's lips,
Harry glanced over at Azazel, before he quickly turned his attention back to Snape and began throwing curses at him, ducking and dodging the ones sent back and noting out the corner of his eye that one of the other wizards had been pinned to a wall and set on fire. Hissing in pain as a cutting curse nicked his arm, Harry vaguely made a note to ask his travelling partner what he was.
Harry quickly darted forwards and caught Snape by surprise long enough to drive his dagger into his side, before Snape growled and grabbed him, then threw him away from him into the wall, causing the dagger to be ripped out of his side. Snape glared at him and then apparated away with a pop.
Harry stood up with a groan and glanced at where Azazel was standing, looking a little smug next to two charred bodies. Harry shot him a weak smile and then limped over to the stunned wizard and leant down to slash the man's throat.
"I believe we should talk." Azazel told him, moving over to allow Harry to lean on him. Harry nodded without saying anything and then allowed the taller man to lead him away from the bodies.
Harry nibbled on his lip as he waited for the man to give them their room for the night, giving a small smile when the man glanced at him suspiciously and then handed the key to Azazel, who grinned at him cruelly and then walked over to Harry.
"Come on, room thirteen. I've always liked the number thirteen." Azazel murmured to him with a kinder smile, though it still had a glint of something in it that made Harry wary. Harry quickly pushed aside any anxiety and allowed Azazel to lead him to their room for the night, shooting a suspicious glare at Azazel when he noticed there was only one bed in the room. "Didn't have enough money for two beds."
"Sh-sure w-we didn't." Harry grumbled, but walked over to the bed all the same and sat down on it, letting his bag fall off his shoulders and then placing it on the floor by the bed.
"We didn't if you want to eat. So. I think we both need to have a talk." Azazel said, eyes turning yellow and making Harry look at him nervously.
"S-suppose w-we do. S-so... w-what a-a-are you?" Harry asked, bringing a dread to his lips and sucking on it, grinning slightly at Azazel's grimace.
"Ah, ah little wizard. We're going to talk about you first. I've met your kind before. Magic without a deal." Azazel said, moving to stand over Harry and force Harry to look up at him, confused frown crossing his features.
"A-a deal?" Harry asked him and Azazel just waved his hand dismissively.
"Later. First, you. Who are the ones after you?"
"E-everyone. A-all th-the w-wizards in Britain." Harry told him, dropping his head to look at his hands, which were twisting around the hems of his tatty jeans.
"Everyone in Britain? Even that Volde-whats-it guy?" Azazel asked him, making Harry's head shoot up and look at him in shock, and a small amount of fear. Azazel smiled at him and plucked up a dread that hadn't been sucked on, tugging it gently and then letting it drop from his fingers as he moved to sit on the bed next to Harry.
"I know of him. He tried to make a deal with my kind, but we prefer not to mess with wizards."
"O-oh? S-so... so you-you w-won't be w-wanting to s-stay w-with me a-anymore?" Harry asked him in a small voice and then made a noise of surprise when Azazel sighed and ruffled his hair.
"Don't be stupid. We made a deal, remember? Besides, I think I can make an exception for you, if you are willing to help me in my goal."
"W-what-what goal?"
"Ah, you first. So this volde..."
"V-Voldemort?"
"Exactly. He's after you? What about the ones against him, why are they after you as well?"
"W-want. Th-they w-want me to kill him." Harry muttered and Azazel glanced at him speculatively.
"Ah, which would explain the trained to kill thing? Right... what did the rather greasy man mean about your stammer? How did they give it to you?" Azazel asked him, voice lowering dangerously as anger leaked from it.
"T-tortured me. A-a-a -" Harry stopped and took a deep breath to calm down, relaxing even more when Azazel placed a hand on the back of his neck and squeezed it softly. "A year. Th-they tortured me for a-a year and-and a half." Harry almost whispered and then flinched when Azazel growled.
"Voldemort?"
"N-no. Th-those against him."
"In which case. We need to do more than run from them every time they find you. We need to give them a message that you are no longer alone. And then, we need to attack them back." Azazel told him with a blood-thirsty smile, making Harry look at him in shock, before a smaller smile graced his lips.
"H-how?"
"Ah, that would be where I come in. And what I am makes a play." Azazel told him and then looked at Harry.
Harry looked at Azazel when he said that and raised an eyebrow in question, making Azazel grin widely at him and giving Harry the strange feeling that he was about to step into something he will have no way of backing out of.
"What do you know of demons?" Azazel asked him and Harry frowned and thought about everything he had ever read about demons, which admittedly, wasn't all that much.
"Th-they're evil?"
"Oh come on. We're not that bad." Azazel said with a mock pout, grinning when Harry did no more to that small announcement than glance at him with wide eyes slightly and then smile.
"E-explains your manners. H-how can you-you help me th-though?" Harry asked him with large, wide eyes that just made him look even more innocent, and Azazel snorted in amusement.
"I have a lot of ideas but we need to start off small. However, working willingly and knowingly with a demon... you do know you will be going to Hell, right? This will be your last chance to repent. After this moment, there will be no going back." Azazel told him with a small frown, but Harry just glanced at him and then shrugged.
"N-not sh-sure I care a-anymore. Th-the th-things I've done. H-had done t-to me. I-I th-think I'm a-already beyond redemption." Harry admitted in a soft voice, and then made a noise of surprise when Azazel wrapped him up in his arms and dragged him into his lap.
"Ah, that's good then. You don't want to go to Heaven anyways. Earth and Hell are much more fun." Azazel told him with a small grin and Harry grinned up at him.
"S-so w-what's the plan?" Harry asked him with a smile and Azazel beamed back at him.
"First, I introduce you to my family."
12th May, 1997. Salt Lake City
"W-why w-would a-a-a demon w-want t-to visit S-Salt Lake City? I mean... a-aren't you-you a-a-allergic t-to salt?" Harry asked as he followed Azazel through the streets of the city towards a club they were apparently going to meet Azazel's son in. Harry could hear the booming music as they got closer and couldn't help but silently wonder how they were supposed to actually talk in the building.
"Now, now. We're not allergic to salt. We just... don't get on with it." Azazel scolded softly as he paused to let Harry catch up with him just before they reached the club doors.
"R-right. Most p-people th-that are allergic to th-things don't get on w-with th-them either." Harry pointed out with a grin and then squeaked when Azazel pulled him to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"W-what - what a-are you d-doing?" Harry asked, looking up at Azazel, who smirked down at him.
"Getting you into this club. Now let me do the talking, you just stay by my side and look pretty." Azazel told him, ignoring Harry's indignant glare and leading them the rest of the way to the club entrance. Azazel walked straight up to the bouncers and nodded to them, then walked in, making Harry clench his jaw to stop gaping at how easy it was to get a sixteen year old into a club for over twenty-ones.
As soon as they entered the club, Harry felt like his ears were going to burst from the noise and pressed even closer to Azazel when he noticed the hundreds of people moving around.
"Come on." Azazel told him in his ear loud enough to be heard over the pounding music. Harry nodded and then followed Azazel as he made his way through the throngs of people, making sure that Harry was close to him at all times. Azazel led them to a door and opened it, allowing Harry to enter before him, before closing the door behind them and blocking off most of the music.
Harry gaped as he looked around the room, which was just a small room with a long comfortable looking, red bench chair that stretched along three of the walls and a white table in the middle of the room. One of the walls however, was almost floor to ceiling windows that over looked another room in the club, where you could watch the people dancing on the floor below.
Sitting on the chair already, holding a glass of wine and looking at them both in amusement and curiosity, was a young man who couldn't be much older than late teens early twenties. He had strawberry blond hair that curled over his round, baby-face and brilliant blue eyes that just made him look even more innocent. Of course, as soon as he saw Azazel, his eyes flickered to black, and then back to blue once more, making Harry realise just who this person was.
"Harry, take a seat." Azazel told him, nudging him over to the couch. Harry nodded and walked over to the couch and took a seat, glancing up at Azazel and then nervously tugging at a dread, then placing it in his mouth, grinning slightly when Azazel grimaced but sat between Harry and the other man.
"Hello, father." The man said with a grin when he noticed Harry looking at him cautiously from beside Azazel, and sucking on the dread in his mouth.
"I hope you choke on a bead." Azazel muttered to Harry, who just grinned at him, then turned back to his amused son. "Shinurel."
"You know I do not go by that name anymore." Shinurel told him with a mock scowl, and Azazel sighed and looked upwards.
"D-does he a-a-actually listen?" Harry asked curiously, then looked slightly shocked and embarrassed when he realised he had spoken aloud.
"Who?" Shinurel, or whatever he was going by now, asked him and Harry blushed furiously and glanced at them both sheepishly.
"P-p-people look up-upwards w-when th-they pray for patience. Er... s-so... G-God? D-does he?" Harry asked, licking his lips nervously and then grinning sheepishly when Azazel and his son both looked at him as though he were insane.
"Ignore his strange questions. I've actually called you here so that you can meet him. Harry, this is my son, Shinurel -"
"Ted." Shinurel/Ted interrupted, making Azazel glare at him and then sigh.
"Right, Ted. Ted, this is my..." Azazel paused as he tried to think of what Harry was to him and Harry watched him in amusement.
"F-fuck buddy, M-m-minion, s-stalker, rescuer, loveable w-wizard? A-a-any w-will do." Harry told him with a wide smile, Azazel rolled his eyes and shook his head, then looked at Ted, who was grinning in amusement.
"You have a minion, father? That's new." Ted commented lightly, and Harry smiled widely and nodded his head, making the occasional bead that Azazel had given him, clack together.
"He intrigues me. And is very amusing. However, we have a problem and I have come to you to introduce you to Harry, and see if you are willing to help."
"Of course, father. What do you need help with?"
"Harry has some people after him. The whole wizarding world of Britain actually. I've been helping him hide from them, and in return, he has helped me with any hunters that found out what I am."
"Ah, so you wish for my help in coming up ways to keep the wizards away. Or at least, hide your consort from them." Ted said with a nod of his head, making Harry frown at him in confusion.
"C-consort?" Harry asked in confusion, and Azazel sighed and rolled his eyes, shooting a glare at a bashful looking Ted.
"Never mind. But yes, Ted. I wish for your help in hiding Harry for the time being."
"What about your other plan? And what about Andriel?" Ted asked and Harry decided to just keep quiet once he realised that he wasn't going to get half of what the two demons were saying.
"Andriel will be meeting Harry soon enough. But you know what she is like. As for the other plan. It is still going ahead. Harry may even be able to help us with that."
"W-what?"
"You're stammer is rather cute." Ted pointed out with a grin, which widened when Harry pouted.
"N-not my f-fault." Harry pouted and shuffled closer to Azazel, who placed a hand on his lower back.
"So, do we have any ideas about what to do with the wizards?" Azazel asked Ted, who smirked and his eyes turned black once more.
"I might have an idea or two. And you, little wizard, will become my new best friend. It is shockingly hard to make friends when you're the child of a Grigori." Ted added with a pout, looking at Harry with wide blue eyes.
"Er..."
"Just agree with him. He's a brat that always gets his way." Azazel told Harry with a sigh, and Harry glanced at Ted, who was grinning widely at him, and then back at Azazel, who just looked exasperated, then nodded his head.
"O-okay. W-we can b-be friends."
4th June, 1997. Boston
"I should warn you that Andriel most probably won't like you." Azazel told Harry as they walked through the streets of Boston to the restaurant that they were going to be meeting Azazel's daughter in. Azazel's comment didn't make Harry feel any happier about things.
"Great. W-why not?" Harry asked him, dodging out the way of a somewhat distracted businessman, talking on his phone.
"She doesn't... She doesn't like humans all that much." Azazel told him and Harry knew he was grimacing slightly.
"N-neither do you-you." Harry pointed out, dodging another person and then grumbling under his breath and moving to walk directly behind Azazel.
"Ah, but Andriel won't be trying to get into your pants, will she? Well, she had better not be." Azazel added in a growl, making Harry grin at the man's back and flush in pleasure.
"I'm not exactly going to take her up on the offer now, am I?" Harry pointed out dryly, and then gave a startled squeak when Azazel stopped suddenly, spun around and pulled Harry to his chest, kissing him roughly.
"You had better not." Azazel growled once he pulled away from Harry. Harry just stared at him in shock and then numbly nodded his head, following behind Azazel in stunned silence when the demon tugged on his hand.
They entered the restaurant five minutes later and followed the waitress to their table that they were supposed to be meeting Andriel at and accepted the menus given to them, though the waitress did look at Harry with distaste. Harry glanced down at what he was wearing and frowned, then looked at Azazel.
"W-what was her p-problem? I-I look a-alright, right?" Harry asked Azazel, who looked him up and down and then shrugged.
"You're wearing jeans that are way past their sell by date, which are tied up with string, odd sneakers, a hoody that is about five sizes too big and you have dreadlocks. Plus you look like you haven't had a bath for years. Sure, you look fine." Azazel pointed out, and Harry looked back down at his clothes and tapped his odd coloured Converse together. He'd found them on their travels and found they were shockingly comfy. Harry then shrugged and picked the menu back up.
"I-I like it." Harry told him and then looked at the items on the menu. "C-can I-I have Es-Escar-Escargots?" Harry asked, pronouncing the 't' in it and making Azazel snort in amusement.
"Do you even know what it is?"
"N-nope. W-what a-are they?" Harry asked, placing the menu down and looking at Azazel, who just continued to look at his own menu.
"Get the Escargot. I'm sure you will enjoy it." Azazel told him absently and then placed his menu down and smirked at Harry.
"F-fine! I-I w-will!" Harry declared with a nod and then glanced up when a tall woman with blonde hair and ice grey eyes was lead over to their table. Her eyes went black when they landed on Azazel, then turned back seconds later and she took a seat at their table and took the menu off the waitress.
"Father."
"Andriel. Unless you, like your brother, are going by something different these days." Azazel stated blandly and then looked over at Harry, who was nibbling on his lip and trying not to get the intimidating woman's attention.
"Who is the little human? Fun for later?" Andriel asked, making Harry jerk and look at her, and then quickly look over at Azazel, who was looking at Andriel with narrowed eyes.
"No. He is mine. I'm... getting him ready for my plans. He is helping in those as well. You are not to touch him or harm him in any way or you will feel my wrath." Azazel warned her in a calm, almost blasé voice. Harry watched him warily, having spent enough time with the demon to actually know when he was dangerously close to ripping the person annoying him, apart and then setting them on fire.
"Relax, Father. I won't touch your little human. Why did you wish to meet here?" Andriel asked in a bored voice, glancing at Harry and looking him up and down, and then sneering and turning her attention back to Azazel.
The waitress happened to choose that moment to come to their table and take their orders, where Azazel ordered for himself and asked for the escargot for Harry, whilst Andriel made her own order. They waited for the waitress to write them down and then leave before talking once again.
"I called you here to meet Harry. Should Harry and I get separated, he knows to find the nearest demon and tell them he is looking for me. Chances are, you or Ted will hear about it before I will, so I expect you to go to him and look after him should that happen."
"Ted has met him then?"
"He has." Azazel agreed with a nod, and Harry glanced at him and then looked down and began to play with the pepper shaker, having grabbed the salt shaker and moved it to the table beside them as soon as they had sat down.
"And let me guess, he now has a new best friend?" Andriel asked with a dramatic sigh, glancing once more at Harry, who was drawing pictures in the split pepper.
"Y-yes." Harry answered without looking up from his masterpiece, making Azazel chuckle and shake his head.
"What if I refuse?"
"I'm not asking you, Andriel. I'm telling you that you will go to him and make sure he is safe." Harry glanced up at Azazel through his lashes and then back down at the picture he was drawing and blocking out the rest of the conversation. He had learnt with Ted that listening into a conversation that you only really understand half of, was very boring and highly confusing.
Harry jerked in his seat and looked up in surprise when Azazel kicked his shin, and he saw that the waitress had arrived with their dishes, making him wonder just how long he had been drawing with pepper. Of course, as soon as the waitress saw the mess, she clicked her tongue in disgust and placed his plate down in front of him.
"Er..." Harry said as he looked at the grey blobs on his plate in confusion.
"They're snails. Really, do you not know anything?" Andriel asked him snootily, making Harry glare at her.
"Sh-sure I-I do! I-I know that you-you a-a-are a-a-a bitch a-and how t-to make you-you s-scream for hours w-without k-killing you." Harry told her, then glanced back down at his plate with a wrinkle of his nose.
Azazel watched the two in amusement and had chuckled at both Harry's response to Andriel and his reaction to the snails, before he leant over the table and swapped his own plate with Harry's.
"There, I ordered Carbonara as I know you like that." Azazel told him when Harry looked up at him in shock. Harry then gaped and blushed, before smiling shyly and picking up his fork to twirl it in the pasta.
"Father. Why are you catering to the silly little human?" Andriel asked with a sneer at Harry, which he returned, then slurped up some linguine with a smirk.
"He saved my life. And I like him. Leave him be, Andriel." Azazel told her, tone even more warningly and making Andriel scoff and then look down at her plate.
"How did he save your life?" Andriel asked curiously after a few minutes of silent eating, in which Harry watched as Azazel ate the... snails Harry had ordered, and wondered what they actually tasted like.
"I was stupid enough to get caught in a trap. He bashed the head in of the hunter that had caught me and then let me out of it. We made a deal after that. I watch over him and he helps me should I need it. You know better than to come between a demon's deal."
"Can I-I t-try w-one..?" Harry asked suddenly, getting bored of being spoken of like he wasn't there, and really getting fed up of Andriel.
"A snail? You want to try a snail?" Azazel asked Harry in amusement, ignoring Andriel's huff over being ignored in favour of a human. Harry nodded his head and Azazel grinned at him and then pushed his plate nearer to Harry and handed him a complex little device and a small fork. "You hold the shell with that and then scoop the snail out with the fork."
"R-right." Harry said with a nod, that made a couple of beads clack together. He then used the fiddly device and tugged out a small snail then stared at it for a few seconds before quickly putting it in his mouth and chewing. And continuing to chew. And chewing more until his jaw actually started to ache. Then he just swallowed it and looked at Azazel, who was watching him in amusement.
"Nice?"
"Ch-chewy." Harry told him with a wrinkle of his nose and then nudged the plate back towards Azazel.
"So you just brought me here to show off your new toy? If that is true, then I am going to be leaving. People to possess, witches to con. You know how it is." Andriel said, placing her napkin on her empty plate.
"I will contact you about other plans later on then. I just needed you to meet Harry, he will soon become quite important in the grand scheme of things." Azazel informed her, and she nodded her head before she stood up and walked away from the table, leaving Harry and Azazel to sit there in silence.
"D-dessert?"
15th July, 1997. Richardson.
"Back i-in Texas?" Harry asked once they stepped off the bus they had snuck on and gasped when the heat hit him.
"Sure, why not? We can shock them with our overtly homosexual ways and you can pretend to be underage, shocking them even more." Azazel told him, making Harry glance at him in disbelief.
"You-you have to be kidding?" Harry said dryly, following Azazel as he led them towards the nearest motel.
"Why? It'll be fun!"
"H-how did I-I ever not realise you-you're a-a-a demon?"
"I have no idea. Now hush, you don't know who is listening. Could be hunters about."
"S-speaking of... w-when are you-you going to t-teach me more fighting?" Harry asked him, sighing when Azazel flicked at a dreadlock and then entered the reception to get them a motel room. Harry grumbled under his breath and then glanced to the side when he saw two men leaving a motel room, noticing that they were both talking in hushed voices. Hearing the word spirit, Harry began to pay even more attention, sliding slowly closer to them without them noticing to hear what they were saying.
"I'm just sayin' why are we not goin' to the grave to salt and burn the bones, now?" The younger of the two men whispered, frowning when the older man scowled at him.
"In broad daylight?"
"Well... yeah. But we need to stop her now, before she kills anyone else."
"No, Alex. We just need to find more information before we do anything. We'll head to the cemetery tonight." The older man said, and Harry grinned slightly before wiping it from his face when the two hunters finally took notice of him. "Kid! What are you doing? You spyin' on us?"
"W-what? N-n-no! I-I-we..." Harry stammered, hamming up his stutter even more and then glancing back at the reception, not sure if he wanted Azazel to come out to investigate or not.
"Scram!" The younger man, Alex told him with a scowl and Harry narrowed his eyes back and shook his head.
"Get lost kid!"
"I-I'm waiting for s-s-someone." Harry told them, still frowning and then glancing back at the reception where he saw Azazel glancing over at the door. Harry shook his head slightly, making it seem like he was waving away a fly and then turned back to the two men.
"Yeah? Well didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop on other peoples conversations?" The older man asked him with a growl and Harry didn't think it would be very good for his health if he pointed out that you could hardly eavesdrop on your own conversation.
"Th-they're dead." Harry told him with a frown and a pout, making the two men rear back slightly.
"Well... just stay out of our business." Alex told him, moving past the other man to walk over to their car. Harry just scowled at them and once more refrained from pointing out that they were in fact intruding in his business if anything.
The two men then got into their beat up car and drove off, making Harry watch them leave and then smirk. He glanced over when Azazel walked over to him, frowning.
"You alright, kid?"
"S-stop calling me th-that. I-I'm fine. Got a-any sugar?" Harry asked him and Azazel frowned and shook his head.
"No. Why?"
"I-I've got a-a-a plan. I-I'm going t-to find s-some place th-that sells sugar." Harry informed him with a wide smile leaning up to press a kiss to Azazel's cheek, taking some money from his jacket pocket as he did.
"Hey! Little thief!"
"You-you're proud, s-so hush." Harry told him with a grin, getting a matching grin back from Azazel, who then grabbed Harry and kissed him hard on the lips, and pulled back with a smirk.
"Gotta give the locals something to be horrified about." Azazel explained and Harry just rolled his eyes and walked away. "Don't get beat up as a hate-crime!" Azazel called after him and Harry just knew he was smirking.
"J-jerk."
Azazel looked at Harry curiously when Harry shook him awake and then pressed a finger to his lips, eyes glinting with amusement.
"What?" Azazel asked him quietly, getting out of the bed and noting that Harry had pulled on his jeans, though he was still sockless.
"Shh." Harry whispered, then tiptoed over to the door and motioned for Azazel to follow him.
"Does this have anything to do with the sugar and where you went for an hour earlier?" Azazel asked him, pressing up against Harry's back and whispering in his ear.
"Y-yeah. I-I have a-a-a present for y-you." Harry told him quietly, grabbing Azazel's hand and then leading him out of their room and towards another room a couple of doors down, stopping in front of it. Azazel glanced at the door and then at Harry questioningly.
"A present? And it's in this room?"
"It-it is now." Harry told him with a beaming grin and then swung the door open, shocking the two men in the room, who stumbled for their guns. Azazel glanced at the men, then at Harry, who had taken a step back so that he could use Azazel as a shield should he need to. Then glanced at the salt line at the door. "H-Hunters!"
"Salt." Azazel pointed out, and Harry briefly came out from his safe spot, where the two hunters and one demon watched as Harry grinned mischievously and then bent down, licked his finger and pressed it to the salt before placing it in his mouth. "What-?"
"Sh-sugar! Ha-have at 'em!" Harry said with a sweeping motion, and Azazel grinned and then smirked at the two hunters, that were clearly faulty hunters as they were just gaping at the two in their door, holding their guns at them. "W-wait. Can you-you shoot salt?"
"What are you?" The older one, who Harry still didn't know the name of, demanded, taking a step back when Azazel stepped over the sugar line and Harry followed him inside, still smiling widely.
"Harry? I love you right now." Azazel told him and then grinned maliciously at the two hunters, who had paled significantly.
"I-I know! S-see! H-humans a-are useful!"
"Kid! You're working with a demon! You know what he is?" Alex shouted, looking at Harry, who just shrugged and then leant back against the wall, still making sure that Azazel was between himself and the guns.
"Y-yes! O-of course I-I know w-what he is!" Harry said, pushing off from the wall and moving to stand nearer to Azazel, who was just smirking and looking around the room. "I-I w-was thinking... W-once you-you kill th-them, w-we could take th-their car."
"Kid! You're working with a demon! Don't you know that that means? Hell! You'll be going to Hell!" The older man exclaimed, and Harry stood on his tiptoes to look over Azazel's shoulder and shrugged.
"N-no w-worse th-than w-what w-was done to me here." Harry said and then took a step back and waved his hand. "H-have at th-them, Zaz."
"No!" Alex shouted and then shot at Azazel, making Azazel pout and look down at the bullet wound in his chest.
"Oh come on. I liked this body!"
"W-we can get you-you a n-new one." Harry suggested, then ducked and glanced up at the hole in the wall above his head from where the other hunter had shot at him.
"Bad move. The kid is under my protection." Azazel said with a growl and waved a hand at the older man and made him crash into the wall, then stay pinned to it as he turned his attention back to the younger man, Alex, who was staring at Azazel in fear.
"Why? Why are you after us? We didn't even come here for you!" Alex exclaimed, glancing over at his friend and then back at Azazel, who took a step nearer to Alex.
"A gift. The kid gave you two to me as a gift. Besides, he's right, we really do need a car. Public transport just isn't what it used to be, and my boy can't travel like I would do normally. Well... not in the same way at least." Azazel added as an after thought, and then twisted his hand at the older man, making his head twist to the side and snapping his neck.
"W-why!" Alex cried out at seeing his friend die and then turning back to look at Azazel, glancing over briefly at Harry then looking back to Azazel when the demon growled at him.
"Kid, come here a second." Azazel said, making Harry wonder why he was making a concerted effort to not mention Harry's name.
"Er... W-what? W-why?" Harry asked, though he did move to stand next to Azazel and looked at Alex, giving him a small smile when Alex stared at him with scared eyes. "Y-you're a-a-a new hunter, a-aren't you?"
"I... He was my friend! You killed my friend! Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you get rid of our salt! What did we ever do to you?"
"You-you w-were rude. An-and we need a-a-a car." Harry added with a shrug, then turned to look at Azazel in question.
"I'm gonna teach you some stuff. I told you I would. So I figure we can start with..."
"A-Alex."
"Alex here, now Alex, shoot at either one of us and I'll make your suffering a lot worse than it is already going to be." Azazel informed Alex, who gave a small whimper, glanced over at the cooling body of his friend and mentor, and then dropped his gun. "Excellent. Now, I've found that fire is an excellent way to kill and it makes some hunters sit up and listen... a bit too late mind, but they still do it."
"You're gonna set me on fire?" Alex asked in a panicky voice, and Azazel glared at him, making Alex shut up pretty quickly, though he let out a small whimper.
"A-am I? A-am I gonna s-set him o-on fire?" Harry asked with a small amount of glee in his voice that made Alex give a choked sob.
"I'm not entirely decided. You said you knew some curses that make cuts appear in peoples skin?"
"Y-yes?" Harry said slowly, glancing at the now sobbing newbie hunter with a confused frown.
"Hmm... okay... but you don't want to use your magic because it will bring the wizards on your ass. Okay..." Azazel said, and Harry smirked when he noticed Alex staring at him with side eyes. "Oh! My kind's magic. Harry, how do you feel about making a deal? Just... one better than the ones humans normally make?"
"H-how w-will it be different?" Harry asked, turning all of his attention to Azazel, trusting that the demon would protect him should Alex try to do something stupid.
"Well, for one, you're already sleeping with me, so really, I'm not exactly going to make it turn on you. That would be a very stupid plan." Azazel said musingly, ignoring Alex choke beside them in shock.
"Sleeping with...? You're sleeping with the demon?"
"Not in that way, mind out of the gutter, little hunter. He is mine however, and he knows that. It is inevitable that we will eventually sleep together in that way, too." Azazel pointed out reasonably and then turned to look at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "So?"
"W-why not?" Harry said with a shrug, ignoring the fearful splutter that brought from Alex and focusing more on the wicked grin Azazel was wearing.
"Good! And you know, I'll give you extras." Azazel told him, then grabbed Harry and kissed him on the lips once more. Only this time, Harry moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth when Azazel ran his tongue along his lips, deepening the kiss and running a hand though Azazel's hair, pulling him even closer.
Azazel finally pulled away with one last swipe of his tongue against Harry's and then looked at Harry with bright yellow-eyes and a smirk, resting a hand on Harry's cheek. Harry closed his eyes and gave a small gasp as he felt a sudden rush of ice-cold burning power run through him from where Azazel's hand was resting.
"So we have a deal. You do know your soul is mine now, right?" Azazel asked him with a small smirk and Harry looked up at him with a grin and shrugged.
"Wh-whose did you-you take?" Harry asked with a smirk, which widened when Alex made a confused noise and Azazel looked equally as confused.
"Right. We're going to talk about that strange statement once we've finished in here. What kind of car do you own?" Azazel asked Alex suddenly and the scared hunter looked at him strangely then at Harry, who just shrugged.
"A-a f-f-fifty-nine Th-thunderbird." Alex told them and Harry snorted and shook his head.
"I-I th-thought I w-was the one w-with a s-stutter. W-what's y-your excuse?" Harry asked, making Azazel snicker whilst Alex just let out a pitiful whine.
"I think his ever impending death may be the cause of it. A thunderbird then? Nice car."
"A-aren't Th-thunderbirds p-puppets?" Harry asked in confusion and Azazel snickered and shook his head, then motioned at the hunter.
"Car as well. Right, this guy. Make a slice across his stomach, not so deep that his insides become outsides, but deep enough to cause him some discomfort." Azazel told him, waving his hand at Alex to stop him from moving.
"H-how?"
"Don't know. I've never actually given anyone any powers before. Never made a witch, they generally annoy me by wanting all the power but none of the consequences."
"A-and me?"
"You don't care about the consequences." Azazel told him with a negligent wave of his hand. "Just, think about slicing him open, wave your hand and hope you haven't just waved your hand for no reason and made yourself look a little foolish."
"Th-that's yo-your advise?" Harry asked him incredulously and Azazel narrowed his eyes at him.
"Take it or leave it, kid. Your choice." Azazel informed him and Harry sighed, not in the least perturbed or scared by the harsh tone Azazel used, even if it did make Alex shudder. Harry figured he had probably lost what little self-preservation he may have had when he met Azazel those couple of months back.
"F-fine. S-so, just h-hope an-and w-wave?" Harry asked and Azazel shrugged and nodded at the same time, which Harry vaguely thought made him look like he suffered from some sort of palsy. Harry then turned back to look at Alex and frowned in concentration, wrinkling his nose and sticking the tip of his tongue out slightly.
"Don't know if demons really have much to do with hope, but waving might help." Azazel told him and Harry nodded then waved his hand at Alex, and gaped when Alex double over with a cut off scream and spilled half of his insides onto the floor.
"Huh. T-too m-much juice?"
"Yeah kid, too much juice. So, I say we search this place for their weapons and money, and any other shit that we might want to take. Including the keys to their car." Azazel said with a glance around the motel room.
"W-we leaving to-tonight?"
"We should. Dead bodies and all. Come on, go grab your bag, I'll raid this room and then meet you at the car." Azazel told him, and Harry narrowed his eyes at him and then nodded his head and left the room.
Continue
Chapter Two
1st May, 1997. Bismarck
Harry walked beside his new travel companion. Well, maybe not quite so new given that they had been travelling together now for almost a month. He glanced at the taller man out of the corner of his eye and snickered when he noticed the man sneakily take a wallet from another man he had bumped into.
"What?" Azazel grumbled moodily, looking through the wallet and then making an interested noise when he pulled out a business card, handing the notes he had taken from it to Harry.
"N-nothing, w-what's so interesting about th-that card? Ooh, a-a-a hundred and t-twenty-t-two dollars. H-hey! Th-this might a-a-actually get us a-a-a room for th-the n-night. W-we w-won't have t-to sleep on the streets again." Harry muttered, placing the money in his back pocket as Azazel threw the wallet in the bin they passed.
"Nah, kid, we're going here." Azazel told him, handing the business card over to Harry, who read it and then turned to gape at Azazel.
"You-you have to be kidding me, right? I-I'm sixteen! I w-won't get into a n-normal bar! A-and you w-wanna t-try to get me into a fetish club? A-are you insane?" Harry asked him, handing the card back to Azazel who was smirking at him.
"Stick with me kid and I'll take you to the moon."
"I-isn't th-that a-a-a quote? A-and I hardly th-think th-that club w-would count as th-the moon." Harry added, looking at the man entirely unimpressed, and making a small noise like a strangled kitten when Azazel chuckled and flicked at a dreadlock. "H-hey!"
"The place is called The Moon. It counts. When are you going to do something about your hair?"
"You-you like it." Harry muttered, tugging on a dread on the other side of his head, and then putting it in his mouth to suck on, grinning when Azazel made a noise of disgust.
"You have no idea where that has been." Azazel told him, grimacing at Harry. Harry just grinned widely at him and then spat the dread out, letting it fall back against his head.
"Sh-sure I do, it's on m-my head, isn't it? I-it's been on the floor, i-in your lap, er... th-that bed back in N-New Jersey and er... o-other places. H-hey, th-this still t-tastes a-a-a little like beer."
"You're sick, kid."
"S-says th-the man wh-who t-took great pleasure in b-beating th-that one guy wh-who was following us, a-a-and th-then leaving him hanging from a-a-a gutter by a-a-a t-ie. W-where did you get th-that t-tie?" Harry asked him suddenly and Azazel just shrugged.
"That guy wanted to do unsightly things to your body, Kid. I was protecting your virtue." Azazel informed him, and Harry snorted and nudged Azazel with his shoulder.
"You-you want t-to do unsightly th-things t-to my body." Harry informed him, ignoring the scandalised look the woman next to him gave him, and then crossing the road with Azazel when the little green man came on.
"Sure, Kid, why'd you think I'm taking you to this bar?" Azazel told him with a leer as he waved the business card at him.
"P-pervert."
"You love it."
"I-if I love it so much, w-why haven't I put out y-yet?" Harry asked him, and Azazel sneered at him and turned his head to look away.
"I'd say it's because you're frigid, but that won't get you to put out any sooner. I have no idea. I just think you're a tease."
"Th-that w-would be y-you. Seriously? Th-that woman th-the other night? U-using me t-to get you-you laid? So n-not cool."
"A man has needs." Azazel said as though that explained everything, which, Harry realised, when it came to Azazel, it really did.
"W-whatever."
"Hey, I help to hide you from those people searching for you, and in return, I don't ask questions and you get to pretend to be my retarded little brother to bring in the innocent young women to my bed. When we can afford a bed." Azazel added in an absent voice.
"Right." Harry said dryly. "A-and th-those guys I bash th-the brains in w-when th-they've got you-you t-trapped in one of th-those circle th-thingies? I know you-you do th-that just so I can kill th-them for y-you."
"Oh, like you care. You're more blood-thirsty than I am. Sick little puppy that you are." Azazel said, pride in his voice belying what he was saying.
"Fine, but you-you cannot say th-that you-you a-are helping me in return for me helping you-you get laid. I help you-you out of th-those stupid circles, w-which I don't a-ask a-about might I a-add." Harry pointed out and Azazel just sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine. You don't ask about the ones that follow me and I don't ask about the ones that follow you." Azazel told him in a bored voice and Harry turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, following Azazel down an alleyway without any thought that the man might actually try to kill him.
"R-right. Fi -" Harry stopped mid-word and looked around him. Making Azazel stop and look at him with a questioning frown.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I th-think you-you're going t-to a-ask questions a-and I'm gonna ha-have to an-answer." Harry muttered, feeling tingling going up his spine as he nibbled on his lips.
"What?" Azazel asked, looking around them with a frown and then back at Harry, who he noticed, was now holding his dagger that he never let Azazel touch.
"Look, Zaz. We-we're a-about t-to get some company th-that er... Th-those people wh-who keep t-trying t-to get me but you-you hide me from just in t-time?"
"Yes..." Azazel said slowly and frowned when he felt something brush over him.
"W-well th-they... they w-were th-the nice guys. Th-the bad guys don't p-play so... nice."
"The nice guys want to kill you? And that's nice?" Azazel asked him still looking around them, feeling like they were being watched.
"Y-yeah. Exactly. I-imagine w-what the-the not-so-nice guys a-and bad guys w-want to-to do to me. Look, th-they - they are. No. W-we are w-wizards." Harry told him clutching his dagger close to him and taking a step closer to Azazel just as they heard several pops just outside the alleyway.
"I think we should talk a bit after we get out of here, Harry." Azazel told him, placing a hand on the base of Harry's back for a second, before straightening up and smirking when four people walked into the alley.
Harry glanced to the side briefly as Azazel chuckled and then paid attention to the four wizards that had appeared in front of them. He absently noted that he only actually recognised one of them. Severus Snape.
"Potter. Your childishness will cease now. Come with us. You are to be trained before you will be sent to kill the Dark Lord. Do not drag this Muggle into things." Snape spat at him, not noticing Azazel narrow his eyes at him and growl quietly.
"F-fuck you! I-I'm not going back t-to be t-tortured! Besides, Zaz i-isn't a-a-a Muggle." Harry spat, though he couldn't help but think his stammer made things less impressive. He then grinned and shot a stunning spell at the wizard nearest to Snape, grin turning into a smirk when the wizard went down with a noise of surprise.
Snape sneered at him and then shot a spell at him that wasn't as nice or light as the stunning spell Harry had started out with, making Harry dodge it and then watch in stunned surprise when Azazel flicked his wrist at the other two wizards he didn't recognise standing next to one another and sending them flying into the wall.
"Still have that stutter then, Potter? I so did enjoy my task in giving you that. How about the tremors? Still getting those?" Snape asked him with a smirk, not noticing the malicious snarl that announcement brought to Azazel's lips,
Harry glanced over at Azazel, before he quickly turned his attention back to Snape and began throwing curses at him, ducking and dodging the ones sent back and noting out the corner of his eye that one of the other wizards had been pinned to a wall and set on fire. Hissing in pain as a cutting curse nicked his arm, Harry vaguely made a note to ask his travelling partner what he was.
Harry quickly darted forwards and caught Snape by surprise long enough to drive his dagger into his side, before Snape growled and grabbed him, then threw him away from him into the wall, causing the dagger to be ripped out of his side. Snape glared at him and then apparated away with a pop.
Harry stood up with a groan and glanced at where Azazel was standing, looking a little smug next to two charred bodies. Harry shot him a weak smile and then limped over to the stunned wizard and leant down to slash the man's throat.
"I believe we should talk." Azazel told him, moving over to allow Harry to lean on him. Harry nodded without saying anything and then allowed the taller man to lead him away from the bodies.
Harry nibbled on his lip as he waited for the man to give them their room for the night, giving a small smile when the man glanced at him suspiciously and then handed the key to Azazel, who grinned at him cruelly and then walked over to Harry.
"Come on, room thirteen. I've always liked the number thirteen." Azazel murmured to him with a kinder smile, though it still had a glint of something in it that made Harry wary. Harry quickly pushed aside any anxiety and allowed Azazel to lead him to their room for the night, shooting a suspicious glare at Azazel when he noticed there was only one bed in the room. "Didn't have enough money for two beds."
"Sh-sure w-we didn't." Harry grumbled, but walked over to the bed all the same and sat down on it, letting his bag fall off his shoulders and then placing it on the floor by the bed.
"We didn't if you want to eat. So. I think we both need to have a talk." Azazel said, eyes turning yellow and making Harry look at him nervously.
"S-suppose w-we do. S-so... w-what a-a-are you?" Harry asked, bringing a dread to his lips and sucking on it, grinning slightly at Azazel's grimace.
"Ah, ah little wizard. We're going to talk about you first. I've met your kind before. Magic without a deal." Azazel said, moving to stand over Harry and force Harry to look up at him, confused frown crossing his features.
"A-a deal?" Harry asked him and Azazel just waved his hand dismissively.
"Later. First, you. Who are the ones after you?"
"E-everyone. A-all th-the w-wizards in Britain." Harry told him, dropping his head to look at his hands, which were twisting around the hems of his tatty jeans.
"Everyone in Britain? Even that Volde-whats-it guy?" Azazel asked him, making Harry's head shoot up and look at him in shock, and a small amount of fear. Azazel smiled at him and plucked up a dread that hadn't been sucked on, tugging it gently and then letting it drop from his fingers as he moved to sit on the bed next to Harry.
"I know of him. He tried to make a deal with my kind, but we prefer not to mess with wizards."
"O-oh? S-so... so you-you w-won't be w-wanting to s-stay w-with me a-anymore?" Harry asked him in a small voice and then made a noise of surprise when Azazel sighed and ruffled his hair.
"Don't be stupid. We made a deal, remember? Besides, I think I can make an exception for you, if you are willing to help me in my goal."
"W-what-what goal?"
"Ah, you first. So this volde..."
"V-Voldemort?"
"Exactly. He's after you? What about the ones against him, why are they after you as well?"
"W-want. Th-they w-want me to kill him." Harry muttered and Azazel glanced at him speculatively.
"Ah, which would explain the trained to kill thing? Right... what did the rather greasy man mean about your stammer? How did they give it to you?" Azazel asked him, voice lowering dangerously as anger leaked from it.
"T-tortured me. A-a-a -" Harry stopped and took a deep breath to calm down, relaxing even more when Azazel placed a hand on the back of his neck and squeezed it softly. "A year. Th-they tortured me for a-a year and-and a half." Harry almost whispered and then flinched when Azazel growled.
"Voldemort?"
"N-no. Th-those against him."
"In which case. We need to do more than run from them every time they find you. We need to give them a message that you are no longer alone. And then, we need to attack them back." Azazel told him with a blood-thirsty smile, making Harry look at him in shock, before a smaller smile graced his lips.
"H-how?"
"Ah, that would be where I come in. And what I am makes a play." Azazel told him and then looked at Harry.
Harry looked at Azazel when he said that and raised an eyebrow in question, making Azazel grin widely at him and giving Harry the strange feeling that he was about to step into something he will have no way of backing out of.
"What do you know of demons?" Azazel asked him and Harry frowned and thought about everything he had ever read about demons, which admittedly, wasn't all that much.
"Th-they're evil?"
"Oh come on. We're not that bad." Azazel said with a mock pout, grinning when Harry did no more to that small announcement than glance at him with wide eyes slightly and then smile.
"E-explains your manners. H-how can you-you help me th-though?" Harry asked him with large, wide eyes that just made him look even more innocent, and Azazel snorted in amusement.
"I have a lot of ideas but we need to start off small. However, working willingly and knowingly with a demon... you do know you will be going to Hell, right? This will be your last chance to repent. After this moment, there will be no going back." Azazel told him with a small frown, but Harry just glanced at him and then shrugged.
"N-not sh-sure I care a-anymore. Th-the th-things I've done. H-had done t-to me. I-I th-think I'm a-already beyond redemption." Harry admitted in a soft voice, and then made a noise of surprise when Azazel wrapped him up in his arms and dragged him into his lap.
"Ah, that's good then. You don't want to go to Heaven anyways. Earth and Hell are much more fun." Azazel told him with a small grin and Harry grinned up at him.
"S-so w-what's the plan?" Harry asked him with a smile and Azazel beamed back at him.
"First, I introduce you to my family."
12th May, 1997. Salt Lake City
"W-why w-would a-a-a demon w-want t-to visit S-Salt Lake City? I mean... a-aren't you-you a-a-allergic t-to salt?" Harry asked as he followed Azazel through the streets of the city towards a club they were apparently going to meet Azazel's son in. Harry could hear the booming music as they got closer and couldn't help but silently wonder how they were supposed to actually talk in the building.
"Now, now. We're not allergic to salt. We just... don't get on with it." Azazel scolded softly as he paused to let Harry catch up with him just before they reached the club doors.
"R-right. Most p-people th-that are allergic to th-things don't get on w-with th-them either." Harry pointed out with a grin and then squeaked when Azazel pulled him to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"W-what - what a-are you d-doing?" Harry asked, looking up at Azazel, who smirked down at him.
"Getting you into this club. Now let me do the talking, you just stay by my side and look pretty." Azazel told him, ignoring Harry's indignant glare and leading them the rest of the way to the club entrance. Azazel walked straight up to the bouncers and nodded to them, then walked in, making Harry clench his jaw to stop gaping at how easy it was to get a sixteen year old into a club for over twenty-ones.
As soon as they entered the club, Harry felt like his ears were going to burst from the noise and pressed even closer to Azazel when he noticed the hundreds of people moving around.
"Come on." Azazel told him in his ear loud enough to be heard over the pounding music. Harry nodded and then followed Azazel as he made his way through the throngs of people, making sure that Harry was close to him at all times. Azazel led them to a door and opened it, allowing Harry to enter before him, before closing the door behind them and blocking off most of the music.
Harry gaped as he looked around the room, which was just a small room with a long comfortable looking, red bench chair that stretched along three of the walls and a white table in the middle of the room. One of the walls however, was almost floor to ceiling windows that over looked another room in the club, where you could watch the people dancing on the floor below.
Sitting on the chair already, holding a glass of wine and looking at them both in amusement and curiosity, was a young man who couldn't be much older than late teens early twenties. He had strawberry blond hair that curled over his round, baby-face and brilliant blue eyes that just made him look even more innocent. Of course, as soon as he saw Azazel, his eyes flickered to black, and then back to blue once more, making Harry realise just who this person was.
"Harry, take a seat." Azazel told him, nudging him over to the couch. Harry nodded and walked over to the couch and took a seat, glancing up at Azazel and then nervously tugging at a dread, then placing it in his mouth, grinning slightly when Azazel grimaced but sat between Harry and the other man.
"Hello, father." The man said with a grin when he noticed Harry looking at him cautiously from beside Azazel, and sucking on the dread in his mouth.
"I hope you choke on a bead." Azazel muttered to Harry, who just grinned at him, then turned back to his amused son. "Shinurel."
"You know I do not go by that name anymore." Shinurel told him with a mock scowl, and Azazel sighed and looked upwards.
"D-does he a-a-actually listen?" Harry asked curiously, then looked slightly shocked and embarrassed when he realised he had spoken aloud.
"Who?" Shinurel, or whatever he was going by now, asked him and Harry blushed furiously and glanced at them both sheepishly.
"P-p-people look up-upwards w-when th-they pray for patience. Er... s-so... G-God? D-does he?" Harry asked, licking his lips nervously and then grinning sheepishly when Azazel and his son both looked at him as though he were insane.
"Ignore his strange questions. I've actually called you here so that you can meet him. Harry, this is my son, Shinurel -"
"Ted." Shinurel/Ted interrupted, making Azazel glare at him and then sigh.
"Right, Ted. Ted, this is my..." Azazel paused as he tried to think of what Harry was to him and Harry watched him in amusement.
"F-fuck buddy, M-m-minion, s-stalker, rescuer, loveable w-wizard? A-a-any w-will do." Harry told him with a wide smile, Azazel rolled his eyes and shook his head, then looked at Ted, who was grinning in amusement.
"You have a minion, father? That's new." Ted commented lightly, and Harry smiled widely and nodded his head, making the occasional bead that Azazel had given him, clack together.
"He intrigues me. And is very amusing. However, we have a problem and I have come to you to introduce you to Harry, and see if you are willing to help."
"Of course, father. What do you need help with?"
"Harry has some people after him. The whole wizarding world of Britain actually. I've been helping him hide from them, and in return, he has helped me with any hunters that found out what I am."
"Ah, so you wish for my help in coming up ways to keep the wizards away. Or at least, hide your consort from them." Ted said with a nod of his head, making Harry frown at him in confusion.
"C-consort?" Harry asked in confusion, and Azazel sighed and rolled his eyes, shooting a glare at a bashful looking Ted.
"Never mind. But yes, Ted. I wish for your help in hiding Harry for the time being."
"What about your other plan? And what about Andriel?" Ted asked and Harry decided to just keep quiet once he realised that he wasn't going to get half of what the two demons were saying.
"Andriel will be meeting Harry soon enough. But you know what she is like. As for the other plan. It is still going ahead. Harry may even be able to help us with that."
"W-what?"
"You're stammer is rather cute." Ted pointed out with a grin, which widened when Harry pouted.
"N-not my f-fault." Harry pouted and shuffled closer to Azazel, who placed a hand on his lower back.
"So, do we have any ideas about what to do with the wizards?" Azazel asked Ted, who smirked and his eyes turned black once more.
"I might have an idea or two. And you, little wizard, will become my new best friend. It is shockingly hard to make friends when you're the child of a Grigori." Ted added with a pout, looking at Harry with wide blue eyes.
"Er..."
"Just agree with him. He's a brat that always gets his way." Azazel told Harry with a sigh, and Harry glanced at Ted, who was grinning widely at him, and then back at Azazel, who just looked exasperated, then nodded his head.
"O-okay. W-we can b-be friends."
4th June, 1997. Boston
"I should warn you that Andriel most probably won't like you." Azazel told Harry as they walked through the streets of Boston to the restaurant that they were going to be meeting Azazel's daughter in. Azazel's comment didn't make Harry feel any happier about things.
"Great. W-why not?" Harry asked him, dodging out the way of a somewhat distracted businessman, talking on his phone.
"She doesn't... She doesn't like humans all that much." Azazel told him and Harry knew he was grimacing slightly.
"N-neither do you-you." Harry pointed out, dodging another person and then grumbling under his breath and moving to walk directly behind Azazel.
"Ah, but Andriel won't be trying to get into your pants, will she? Well, she had better not be." Azazel added in a growl, making Harry grin at the man's back and flush in pleasure.
"I'm not exactly going to take her up on the offer now, am I?" Harry pointed out dryly, and then gave a startled squeak when Azazel stopped suddenly, spun around and pulled Harry to his chest, kissing him roughly.
"You had better not." Azazel growled once he pulled away from Harry. Harry just stared at him in shock and then numbly nodded his head, following behind Azazel in stunned silence when the demon tugged on his hand.
They entered the restaurant five minutes later and followed the waitress to their table that they were supposed to be meeting Andriel at and accepted the menus given to them, though the waitress did look at Harry with distaste. Harry glanced down at what he was wearing and frowned, then looked at Azazel.
"W-what was her p-problem? I-I look a-alright, right?" Harry asked Azazel, who looked him up and down and then shrugged.
"You're wearing jeans that are way past their sell by date, which are tied up with string, odd sneakers, a hoody that is about five sizes too big and you have dreadlocks. Plus you look like you haven't had a bath for years. Sure, you look fine." Azazel pointed out, and Harry looked back down at his clothes and tapped his odd coloured Converse together. He'd found them on their travels and found they were shockingly comfy. Harry then shrugged and picked the menu back up.
"I-I like it." Harry told him and then looked at the items on the menu. "C-can I-I have Es-Escar-Escargots?" Harry asked, pronouncing the 't' in it and making Azazel snort in amusement.
"Do you even know what it is?"
"N-nope. W-what a-are they?" Harry asked, placing the menu down and looking at Azazel, who just continued to look at his own menu.
"Get the Escargot. I'm sure you will enjoy it." Azazel told him absently and then placed his menu down and smirked at Harry.
"F-fine! I-I w-will!" Harry declared with a nod and then glanced up when a tall woman with blonde hair and ice grey eyes was lead over to their table. Her eyes went black when they landed on Azazel, then turned back seconds later and she took a seat at their table and took the menu off the waitress.
"Father."
"Andriel. Unless you, like your brother, are going by something different these days." Azazel stated blandly and then looked over at Harry, who was nibbling on his lip and trying not to get the intimidating woman's attention.
"Who is the little human? Fun for later?" Andriel asked, making Harry jerk and look at her, and then quickly look over at Azazel, who was looking at Andriel with narrowed eyes.
"No. He is mine. I'm... getting him ready for my plans. He is helping in those as well. You are not to touch him or harm him in any way or you will feel my wrath." Azazel warned her in a calm, almost blasé voice. Harry watched him warily, having spent enough time with the demon to actually know when he was dangerously close to ripping the person annoying him, apart and then setting them on fire.
"Relax, Father. I won't touch your little human. Why did you wish to meet here?" Andriel asked in a bored voice, glancing at Harry and looking him up and down, and then sneering and turning her attention back to Azazel.
The waitress happened to choose that moment to come to their table and take their orders, where Azazel ordered for himself and asked for the escargot for Harry, whilst Andriel made her own order. They waited for the waitress to write them down and then leave before talking once again.
"I called you here to meet Harry. Should Harry and I get separated, he knows to find the nearest demon and tell them he is looking for me. Chances are, you or Ted will hear about it before I will, so I expect you to go to him and look after him should that happen."
"Ted has met him then?"
"He has." Azazel agreed with a nod, and Harry glanced at him and then looked down and began to play with the pepper shaker, having grabbed the salt shaker and moved it to the table beside them as soon as they had sat down.
"And let me guess, he now has a new best friend?" Andriel asked with a dramatic sigh, glancing once more at Harry, who was drawing pictures in the split pepper.
"Y-yes." Harry answered without looking up from his masterpiece, making Azazel chuckle and shake his head.
"What if I refuse?"
"I'm not asking you, Andriel. I'm telling you that you will go to him and make sure he is safe." Harry glanced up at Azazel through his lashes and then back down at the picture he was drawing and blocking out the rest of the conversation. He had learnt with Ted that listening into a conversation that you only really understand half of, was very boring and highly confusing.
Harry jerked in his seat and looked up in surprise when Azazel kicked his shin, and he saw that the waitress had arrived with their dishes, making him wonder just how long he had been drawing with pepper. Of course, as soon as the waitress saw the mess, she clicked her tongue in disgust and placed his plate down in front of him.
"Er..." Harry said as he looked at the grey blobs on his plate in confusion.
"They're snails. Really, do you not know anything?" Andriel asked him snootily, making Harry glare at her.
"Sh-sure I-I do! I-I know that you-you a-a-are a-a-a bitch a-and how t-to make you-you s-scream for hours w-without k-killing you." Harry told her, then glanced back down at his plate with a wrinkle of his nose.
Azazel watched the two in amusement and had chuckled at both Harry's response to Andriel and his reaction to the snails, before he leant over the table and swapped his own plate with Harry's.
"There, I ordered Carbonara as I know you like that." Azazel told him when Harry looked up at him in shock. Harry then gaped and blushed, before smiling shyly and picking up his fork to twirl it in the pasta.
"Father. Why are you catering to the silly little human?" Andriel asked with a sneer at Harry, which he returned, then slurped up some linguine with a smirk.
"He saved my life. And I like him. Leave him be, Andriel." Azazel told her, tone even more warningly and making Andriel scoff and then look down at her plate.
"How did he save your life?" Andriel asked curiously after a few minutes of silent eating, in which Harry watched as Azazel ate the... snails Harry had ordered, and wondered what they actually tasted like.
"I was stupid enough to get caught in a trap. He bashed the head in of the hunter that had caught me and then let me out of it. We made a deal after that. I watch over him and he helps me should I need it. You know better than to come between a demon's deal."
"Can I-I t-try w-one..?" Harry asked suddenly, getting bored of being spoken of like he wasn't there, and really getting fed up of Andriel.
"A snail? You want to try a snail?" Azazel asked Harry in amusement, ignoring Andriel's huff over being ignored in favour of a human. Harry nodded his head and Azazel grinned at him and then pushed his plate nearer to Harry and handed him a complex little device and a small fork. "You hold the shell with that and then scoop the snail out with the fork."
"R-right." Harry said with a nod, that made a couple of beads clack together. He then used the fiddly device and tugged out a small snail then stared at it for a few seconds before quickly putting it in his mouth and chewing. And continuing to chew. And chewing more until his jaw actually started to ache. Then he just swallowed it and looked at Azazel, who was watching him in amusement.
"Nice?"
"Ch-chewy." Harry told him with a wrinkle of his nose and then nudged the plate back towards Azazel.
"So you just brought me here to show off your new toy? If that is true, then I am going to be leaving. People to possess, witches to con. You know how it is." Andriel said, placing her napkin on her empty plate.
"I will contact you about other plans later on then. I just needed you to meet Harry, he will soon become quite important in the grand scheme of things." Azazel informed her, and she nodded her head before she stood up and walked away from the table, leaving Harry and Azazel to sit there in silence.
"D-dessert?"
15th July, 1997. Richardson.
"Back i-in Texas?" Harry asked once they stepped off the bus they had snuck on and gasped when the heat hit him.
"Sure, why not? We can shock them with our overtly homosexual ways and you can pretend to be underage, shocking them even more." Azazel told him, making Harry glance at him in disbelief.
"You-you have to be kidding?" Harry said dryly, following Azazel as he led them towards the nearest motel.
"Why? It'll be fun!"
"H-how did I-I ever not realise you-you're a-a-a demon?"
"I have no idea. Now hush, you don't know who is listening. Could be hunters about."
"S-speaking of... w-when are you-you going to t-teach me more fighting?" Harry asked him, sighing when Azazel flicked at a dreadlock and then entered the reception to get them a motel room. Harry grumbled under his breath and then glanced to the side when he saw two men leaving a motel room, noticing that they were both talking in hushed voices. Hearing the word spirit, Harry began to pay even more attention, sliding slowly closer to them without them noticing to hear what they were saying.
"I'm just sayin' why are we not goin' to the grave to salt and burn the bones, now?" The younger of the two men whispered, frowning when the older man scowled at him.
"In broad daylight?"
"Well... yeah. But we need to stop her now, before she kills anyone else."
"No, Alex. We just need to find more information before we do anything. We'll head to the cemetery tonight." The older man said, and Harry grinned slightly before wiping it from his face when the two hunters finally took notice of him. "Kid! What are you doing? You spyin' on us?"
"W-what? N-n-no! I-I-we..." Harry stammered, hamming up his stutter even more and then glancing back at the reception, not sure if he wanted Azazel to come out to investigate or not.
"Scram!" The younger man, Alex told him with a scowl and Harry narrowed his eyes back and shook his head.
"Get lost kid!"
"I-I'm waiting for s-s-someone." Harry told them, still frowning and then glancing back at the reception where he saw Azazel glancing over at the door. Harry shook his head slightly, making it seem like he was waving away a fly and then turned back to the two men.
"Yeah? Well didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop on other peoples conversations?" The older man asked him with a growl and Harry didn't think it would be very good for his health if he pointed out that you could hardly eavesdrop on your own conversation.
"Th-they're dead." Harry told him with a frown and a pout, making the two men rear back slightly.
"Well... just stay out of our business." Alex told him, moving past the other man to walk over to their car. Harry just scowled at them and once more refrained from pointing out that they were in fact intruding in his business if anything.
The two men then got into their beat up car and drove off, making Harry watch them leave and then smirk. He glanced over when Azazel walked over to him, frowning.
"You alright, kid?"
"S-stop calling me th-that. I-I'm fine. Got a-any sugar?" Harry asked him and Azazel frowned and shook his head.
"No. Why?"
"I-I've got a-a-a plan. I-I'm going t-to find s-some place th-that sells sugar." Harry informed him with a wide smile leaning up to press a kiss to Azazel's cheek, taking some money from his jacket pocket as he did.
"Hey! Little thief!"
"You-you're proud, s-so hush." Harry told him with a grin, getting a matching grin back from Azazel, who then grabbed Harry and kissed him hard on the lips, and pulled back with a smirk.
"Gotta give the locals something to be horrified about." Azazel explained and Harry just rolled his eyes and walked away. "Don't get beat up as a hate-crime!" Azazel called after him and Harry just knew he was smirking.
"J-jerk."
Azazel looked at Harry curiously when Harry shook him awake and then pressed a finger to his lips, eyes glinting with amusement.
"What?" Azazel asked him quietly, getting out of the bed and noting that Harry had pulled on his jeans, though he was still sockless.
"Shh." Harry whispered, then tiptoed over to the door and motioned for Azazel to follow him.
"Does this have anything to do with the sugar and where you went for an hour earlier?" Azazel asked him, pressing up against Harry's back and whispering in his ear.
"Y-yeah. I-I have a-a-a present for y-you." Harry told him quietly, grabbing Azazel's hand and then leading him out of their room and towards another room a couple of doors down, stopping in front of it. Azazel glanced at the door and then at Harry questioningly.
"A present? And it's in this room?"
"It-it is now." Harry told him with a beaming grin and then swung the door open, shocking the two men in the room, who stumbled for their guns. Azazel glanced at the men, then at Harry, who had taken a step back so that he could use Azazel as a shield should he need to. Then glanced at the salt line at the door. "H-Hunters!"
"Salt." Azazel pointed out, and Harry briefly came out from his safe spot, where the two hunters and one demon watched as Harry grinned mischievously and then bent down, licked his finger and pressed it to the salt before placing it in his mouth. "What-?"
"Sh-sugar! Ha-have at 'em!" Harry said with a sweeping motion, and Azazel grinned and then smirked at the two hunters, that were clearly faulty hunters as they were just gaping at the two in their door, holding their guns at them. "W-wait. Can you-you shoot salt?"
"What are you?" The older one, who Harry still didn't know the name of, demanded, taking a step back when Azazel stepped over the sugar line and Harry followed him inside, still smiling widely.
"Harry? I love you right now." Azazel told him and then grinned maliciously at the two hunters, who had paled significantly.
"I-I know! S-see! H-humans a-are useful!"
"Kid! You're working with a demon! You know what he is?" Alex shouted, looking at Harry, who just shrugged and then leant back against the wall, still making sure that Azazel was between himself and the guns.
"Y-yes! O-of course I-I know w-what he is!" Harry said, pushing off from the wall and moving to stand nearer to Azazel, who was just smirking and looking around the room. "I-I w-was thinking... W-once you-you kill th-them, w-we could take th-their car."
"Kid! You're working with a demon! Don't you know that that means? Hell! You'll be going to Hell!" The older man exclaimed, and Harry stood on his tiptoes to look over Azazel's shoulder and shrugged.
"N-no w-worse th-than w-what w-was done to me here." Harry said and then took a step back and waved his hand. "H-have at th-them, Zaz."
"No!" Alex shouted and then shot at Azazel, making Azazel pout and look down at the bullet wound in his chest.
"Oh come on. I liked this body!"
"W-we can get you-you a n-new one." Harry suggested, then ducked and glanced up at the hole in the wall above his head from where the other hunter had shot at him.
"Bad move. The kid is under my protection." Azazel said with a growl and waved a hand at the older man and made him crash into the wall, then stay pinned to it as he turned his attention back to the younger man, Alex, who was staring at Azazel in fear.
"Why? Why are you after us? We didn't even come here for you!" Alex exclaimed, glancing over at his friend and then back at Azazel, who took a step nearer to Alex.
"A gift. The kid gave you two to me as a gift. Besides, he's right, we really do need a car. Public transport just isn't what it used to be, and my boy can't travel like I would do normally. Well... not in the same way at least." Azazel added as an after thought, and then twisted his hand at the older man, making his head twist to the side and snapping his neck.
"W-why!" Alex cried out at seeing his friend die and then turning back to look at Azazel, glancing over briefly at Harry then looking back to Azazel when the demon growled at him.
"Kid, come here a second." Azazel said, making Harry wonder why he was making a concerted effort to not mention Harry's name.
"Er... W-what? W-why?" Harry asked, though he did move to stand next to Azazel and looked at Alex, giving him a small smile when Alex stared at him with scared eyes. "Y-you're a-a-a new hunter, a-aren't you?"
"I... He was my friend! You killed my friend! Why? Why are you doing this? Why did you get rid of our salt! What did we ever do to you?"
"You-you w-were rude. An-and we need a-a-a car." Harry added with a shrug, then turned to look at Azazel in question.
"I'm gonna teach you some stuff. I told you I would. So I figure we can start with..."
"A-Alex."
"Alex here, now Alex, shoot at either one of us and I'll make your suffering a lot worse than it is already going to be." Azazel informed Alex, who gave a small whimper, glanced over at the cooling body of his friend and mentor, and then dropped his gun. "Excellent. Now, I've found that fire is an excellent way to kill and it makes some hunters sit up and listen... a bit too late mind, but they still do it."
"You're gonna set me on fire?" Alex asked in a panicky voice, and Azazel glared at him, making Alex shut up pretty quickly, though he let out a small whimper.
"A-am I? A-am I gonna s-set him o-on fire?" Harry asked with a small amount of glee in his voice that made Alex give a choked sob.
"I'm not entirely decided. You said you knew some curses that make cuts appear in peoples skin?"
"Y-yes?" Harry said slowly, glancing at the now sobbing newbie hunter with a confused frown.
"Hmm... okay... but you don't want to use your magic because it will bring the wizards on your ass. Okay..." Azazel said, and Harry smirked when he noticed Alex staring at him with side eyes. "Oh! My kind's magic. Harry, how do you feel about making a deal? Just... one better than the ones humans normally make?"
"H-how w-will it be different?" Harry asked, turning all of his attention to Azazel, trusting that the demon would protect him should Alex try to do something stupid.
"Well, for one, you're already sleeping with me, so really, I'm not exactly going to make it turn on you. That would be a very stupid plan." Azazel said musingly, ignoring Alex choke beside them in shock.
"Sleeping with...? You're sleeping with the demon?"
"Not in that way, mind out of the gutter, little hunter. He is mine however, and he knows that. It is inevitable that we will eventually sleep together in that way, too." Azazel pointed out reasonably and then turned to look at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "So?"
"W-why not?" Harry said with a shrug, ignoring the fearful splutter that brought from Alex and focusing more on the wicked grin Azazel was wearing.
"Good! And you know, I'll give you extras." Azazel told him, then grabbed Harry and kissed him on the lips once more. Only this time, Harry moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth when Azazel ran his tongue along his lips, deepening the kiss and running a hand though Azazel's hair, pulling him even closer.
Azazel finally pulled away with one last swipe of his tongue against Harry's and then looked at Harry with bright yellow-eyes and a smirk, resting a hand on Harry's cheek. Harry closed his eyes and gave a small gasp as he felt a sudden rush of ice-cold burning power run through him from where Azazel's hand was resting.
"So we have a deal. You do know your soul is mine now, right?" Azazel asked him with a small smirk and Harry looked up at him with a grin and shrugged.
"Wh-whose did you-you take?" Harry asked with a smirk, which widened when Alex made a confused noise and Azazel looked equally as confused.
"Right. We're going to talk about that strange statement once we've finished in here. What kind of car do you own?" Azazel asked Alex suddenly and the scared hunter looked at him strangely then at Harry, who just shrugged.
"A-a f-f-fifty-nine Th-thunderbird." Alex told them and Harry snorted and shook his head.
"I-I th-thought I w-was the one w-with a s-stutter. W-what's y-your excuse?" Harry asked, making Azazel snicker whilst Alex just let out a pitiful whine.
"I think his ever impending death may be the cause of it. A thunderbird then? Nice car."
"A-aren't Th-thunderbirds p-puppets?" Harry asked in confusion and Azazel snickered and shook his head, then motioned at the hunter.
"Car as well. Right, this guy. Make a slice across his stomach, not so deep that his insides become outsides, but deep enough to cause him some discomfort." Azazel told him, waving his hand at Alex to stop him from moving.
"H-how?"
"Don't know. I've never actually given anyone any powers before. Never made a witch, they generally annoy me by wanting all the power but none of the consequences."
"A-and me?"
"You don't care about the consequences." Azazel told him with a negligent wave of his hand. "Just, think about slicing him open, wave your hand and hope you haven't just waved your hand for no reason and made yourself look a little foolish."
"Th-that's yo-your advise?" Harry asked him incredulously and Azazel narrowed his eyes at him.
"Take it or leave it, kid. Your choice." Azazel informed him and Harry sighed, not in the least perturbed or scared by the harsh tone Azazel used, even if it did make Alex shudder. Harry figured he had probably lost what little self-preservation he may have had when he met Azazel those couple of months back.
"F-fine. S-so, just h-hope an-and w-wave?" Harry asked and Azazel shrugged and nodded at the same time, which Harry vaguely thought made him look like he suffered from some sort of palsy. Harry then turned back to look at Alex and frowned in concentration, wrinkling his nose and sticking the tip of his tongue out slightly.
"Don't know if demons really have much to do with hope, but waving might help." Azazel told him and Harry nodded then waved his hand at Alex, and gaped when Alex double over with a cut off scream and spilled half of his insides onto the floor.
"Huh. T-too m-much juice?"
"Yeah kid, too much juice. So, I say we search this place for their weapons and money, and any other shit that we might want to take. Including the keys to their car." Azazel said with a glance around the motel room.
"W-we leaving to-tonight?"
"We should. Dead bodies and all. Come on, go grab your bag, I'll raid this room and then meet you at the car." Azazel told him, and Harry narrowed his eyes at him and then nodded his head and left the room.
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