Day #7. The Sun was setting and darkness was soon going to engulf the small village in East Germany. The civilians walked around, turning their heads with disgust at the sight, hurrying to their warm, safe homes. On both sides, armed bodyguards keeping an eye on anything suspicious. And in the center of the land of these locals that showed no sympathy - Smoke. Flames. Pain.
For a whole week now the fires raged, trying to turn its prey into ash. The young woman named Sylvietta Nu was tied to a long, metal post, immobilized and defenseless, unable to escape from the merciless flames or suffocating smoke. Her skin melted, only to be regenerated and make the innocent girl go through the Hell they've set up for her over and over. At this point Nu felt nothing. Her naked body hanged motionless, head lowered down, feeling her sanity quickly drop and insides evaporate from the lack of energy. It was her fate to die right there... unless someone showed remorse.
For a whole week now the fires raged, trying to turn its prey into ash. The young woman named Sylvietta Nu was tied to a long, metal post, immobilized and defenseless, unable to escape from the merciless flames or suffocating smoke. Her skin melted, only to be regenerated and make the innocent girl go through the Hell they've set up for her over and over. At this point Nu felt nothing. Her naked body hanged motionless, head lowered down, feeling her sanity quickly drop and insides evaporate from the lack of energy. It was her fate to die right there... unless someone showed remorse.
Azrael watched as all of the people flooded back into there houses, like ant returning to the colony. He walked aimlessly down the streets, unlike all of the 'normal folk', he stayed up all nights, let's just call it his work shift. Watching many stores close for the night, and some vendors her and there, it was amusing for him to watch for some reason, it was weird how us humans had a fear of dark. As he walked forward he pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time, he might get a drink sometime, maybe learn a few rumors.
That's when he smelled smoke, no ordinary smoke, it smelled of burning flesh, something all too familiar with the amount of executions he had seen. Preferably he would just shoot someone in the head, but apparently people required suffering of others. He decided he would check it out, walking towards the center of the land. He approached two of the bodyguards that were watching over the women that was burning at the stake, which he immediately identified as a witch. Azrael looked at the guards then to the young lady and said, "What are her crimes?", she obviously was suffering, he didn't want her to unless she deserved it. Azrael was always the rebel, and would probably get her out of this situation.
That's when he smelled smoke, no ordinary smoke, it smelled of burning flesh, something all too familiar with the amount of executions he had seen. Preferably he would just shoot someone in the head, but apparently people required suffering of others. He decided he would check it out, walking towards the center of the land. He approached two of the bodyguards that were watching over the women that was burning at the stake, which he immediately identified as a witch. Azrael looked at the guards then to the young lady and said, "What are her crimes?", she obviously was suffering, he didn't want her to unless she deserved it. Azrael was always the rebel, and would probably get her out of this situation.
The two guards cautiously approached the strange man. They could sense a dangerous vibe emitting from him. His attire suggested that he is an expert in the field of weaponry. An assassin? A bounty hunter? One of the guards couldn't be sure so he asked for identification and confirmation before answering any of his questions, but the other guard instantly replied with a worried tone - "The most sinful crime! Witchcraft!"
Meanwhile the exhausted lady, exposed nude in front of them slowly lifted her head. Her lifeless, blank eyes gazed into the blue eye of the stranger, as If crying out for help. Her lips though only shook. The physical and psychological torture she's endured left her unable to even utter a word or scream of pain. Truly a sad sight, but no one had ever shown pity.
Meanwhile the exhausted lady, exposed nude in front of them slowly lifted her head. Her lifeless, blank eyes gazed into the blue eye of the stranger, as If crying out for help. Her lips though only shook. The physical and psychological torture she's endured left her unable to even utter a word or scream of pain. Truly a sad sight, but no one had ever shown pity.
Azrael didn't really mind that the guards thought that he was a threat, he could deal with these guys easily. He was definitely not an assassin, but probably a bounty hunter of sorts, he was also a judge, jury, and executioner. Azrael raised his eyebrow when they said witchcraft, if that was the only thing they were pinning her for, he would break her free.
He looked over to the man that asked for identification, so Azrael showed him his church's seal, to show that he was a Hunter. The thought of this poor young lady being burned just for being what she was saddened him a bit, but then again she might have done something horrible. He would be the judge not the towns folk, he was the expert here. Azrael immediately said, "Is that it? Witchcraft? Anything else?", he was assured that his seal was more than enough to get them into shape.
He looked over to the man that asked for identification, so Azrael showed him his church's seal, to show that he was a Hunter. The thought of this poor young lady being burned just for being what she was saddened him a bit, but then again she might have done something horrible. He would be the judge not the towns folk, he was the expert here. Azrael immediately said, "Is that it? Witchcraft? Anything else?", he was assured that his seal was more than enough to get them into shape.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! Anything else?! You, of all people, a son of the church, should know that witches are the reason for the epidemic crisis that is spreading all over Europe! These wenches will bring Doomsday If we do not take action!" The men doubted the hunter's religious teachings, going as far pointing their guns towards his head! Terror consumed these men even from the thought of witches. Was the pure woman's intentions really to bring Hell on Earth? It seemed unreasonable to consider it, knowing she had never performed any evil deeds.
"Hmm? So that's why you are burning her alive. You're wrong, a member of the church seeks balance and harmony with all beings. We are protectors of the weak who can not defend themselves against the evil powers of the supernatural. Not every witch is causing the epidemic, we are not fanatics like The Organization". He hated when people got the wrong idea about the church, there weren't many Hunters like him anymore, raised in the original churches made by the first hunters many years ago. Now, The Organization raised more than 90% of the hunters, planting fanatical religions in there heads, that every supernatural being should burn. That is not how Azrael was raised, and what they were taught was incorrect, he wouldn't punish them for what they could not control though.
As soon as the men began raised their guns to his head, he had already taken action. Seeming to grab ones weapon and throw it away from him before he could react, and hitting the other in the face, not as hard as he could, he might cause severe damage that might lead to death. Azrael, being a Hunter, was of course no ordinary human, he was trained to be physically perfect, but also given some exterior bonuses from permanent magical purposes to make even him out with the supernatural he had to face, maybe even exceeding.He quickly knocked the other guards lights out, causing his jaw to break, which Azrael grimaced at, he didn't want to cause that much harm to these men.
After he dealed with the guard he looked up at the young lady that was in pain, then at the stake she was burning at. He didn't want to get burned, although he had suffered worse, he decided to kick the stake and crush the wood, causing it to fall forwards towards him. Azrael stepped out of the way nochalantly, but pushed it with one hand as it fell down to flip it over, so she wouldn't fall on her face.
He waited a few moments before pulling her further away from the fire, and removing a knife from his coat, he cut the girls restraints free. "So...You're a witch, are you only accused for witchcraft?", he said as he was cutting her free. He didn't seem to mind that she might be evil and attack him after he freed her. Azrael looked away from her, respecting her privacy.
As soon as the men began raised their guns to his head, he had already taken action. Seeming to grab ones weapon and throw it away from him before he could react, and hitting the other in the face, not as hard as he could, he might cause severe damage that might lead to death. Azrael, being a Hunter, was of course no ordinary human, he was trained to be physically perfect, but also given some exterior bonuses from permanent magical purposes to make even him out with the supernatural he had to face, maybe even exceeding.He quickly knocked the other guards lights out, causing his jaw to break, which Azrael grimaced at, he didn't want to cause that much harm to these men.
After he dealed with the guard he looked up at the young lady that was in pain, then at the stake she was burning at. He didn't want to get burned, although he had suffered worse, he decided to kick the stake and crush the wood, causing it to fall forwards towards him. Azrael stepped out of the way nochalantly, but pushed it with one hand as it fell down to flip it over, so she wouldn't fall on her face.
He waited a few moments before pulling her further away from the fire, and removing a knife from his coat, he cut the girls restraints free. "So...You're a witch, are you only accused for witchcraft?", he said as he was cutting her free. He didn't seem to mind that she might be evil and attack him after he freed her. Azrael looked away from her, respecting her privacy.
For the first time in weeks the damsel could inhale fresh air and feel the cold night breeze on her skin. Oxygen finally entered her lungs and she was soon fully conscious. Upon awakening her eyes finally regained their color - a sharp, beautiful cyan color full of zeal. 'This isn't a hallucination?' Nu questioned herself, wondering If this was reality or an illusion of her wrecked mind. All the while her dismantled flesh began to heal, cells rejuvenating. In less than 3 minutes she was entirely cured, although her muscles were still stiff.
"Thank you..." Sylvie sincerely acknowledged the eyepatched man's actions and appreciated his gentlemanly behavior. She slowly raised her body, legs shaking, losing balance and stumbling occasionally. The maiden hastily covered her bare breasts with one arm while looking for a cloth to sheet herself with. "I swear in front of God. I have never harmed a living being during my life." She confidently declared in front of the hunter.
"Thank you..." Sylvie sincerely acknowledged the eyepatched man's actions and appreciated his gentlemanly behavior. She slowly raised her body, legs shaking, losing balance and stumbling occasionally. The maiden hastily covered her bare breasts with one arm while looking for a cloth to sheet herself with. "I swear in front of God. I have never harmed a living being during my life." She confidently declared in front of the hunter.
Azrael didn't see her eyes change color, he was trying to find appropriate clothing for her, but they were in the middle of town. Out of all of the situation that he had experienced as a Hunter this was the strangest. He didn't have much problem about her being naked, he fought succubus, vampires, you name it, he just wanted to respect her privacy.
He nodded to her thanks, and said, "Not a problem", he pulled out his pocket watch and stared at it for a few moments before looking around. Azrael saw her moving in the corner of his eye, and saw that she was shakily standing up, waiting for her to cover herself, he turned and stared her directly in the eyes. He nodded to her statement, "I trust your words...", he couldn't judge her for anything since he had no evidence. Azrael then took a deep bow, staring at the floor, he said, "I am Azrael...", he stood back up and said, "May I have the pleasure of knowing the young ladies name?". He then realized that he was still talking to her when she wasn't clothed, "Uh, well, we can do that later....Uh...Stay here...", he quickly ran off in search of some sort of cover or sheet. He managed to find some cloth and a closed vendor, he quickly threw down some money on the counter and grabbed the sheet, before running back into town. Azrael gave her the sheet and looked away.
He nodded to her thanks, and said, "Not a problem", he pulled out his pocket watch and stared at it for a few moments before looking around. Azrael saw her moving in the corner of his eye, and saw that she was shakily standing up, waiting for her to cover herself, he turned and stared her directly in the eyes. He nodded to her statement, "I trust your words...", he couldn't judge her for anything since he had no evidence. Azrael then took a deep bow, staring at the floor, he said, "I am Azrael...", he stood back up and said, "May I have the pleasure of knowing the young ladies name?". He then realized that he was still talking to her when she wasn't clothed, "Uh, well, we can do that later....Uh...Stay here...", he quickly ran off in search of some sort of cover or sheet. He managed to find some cloth and a closed vendor, he quickly threw down some money on the counter and grabbed the sheet, before running back into town. Azrael gave her the sheet and looked away.
Sylvie raised her eyebrows, a bit stunned at how easily she won his faith. Her cheeks flushed bright red when he casually started an introduction while she was still nude. Luckily he realized how awkward the situation was and helped her cover up. "Thank you, again. At this rate I'll have to owe you my life twice, heh." The girl finally showed a weak but noticeable smile after cracking a silly joke. "Can we please move while we talk? I fear someone has already noticed the fallen guards and called for backup..."
Despite looking more calm and her body rehabilitated, her knees still shook from the memory of being immobilized and tortured endlessly. Her whole view of the world had changed over the past days - seeming like a much colder and crueler place with no equality, compassion or justice. The only person she could trust was this shady man she met not ten minutes ago.
Despite looking more calm and her body rehabilitated, her knees still shook from the memory of being immobilized and tortured endlessly. Her whole view of the world had changed over the past days - seeming like a much colder and crueler place with no equality, compassion or justice. The only person she could trust was this shady man she met not ten minutes ago.
Azrael nodded, and began walking but noticed that she was shaking at the knees slightly. He turned back and put his arm around her, "Let me help you walk...", he wasn't trying to make a move, he just thought it to be the right thing to do. They started moving, he was heading out of town, most of the people here probably knew what she was.
She had a stroke of luck, him finding her, if there was one person to show real justice, or compassion it was Azrael, everyone would be treated equally. He shook his head, those two guards doubted the authority of a Hunter, what has the world come to. This epidemic was tearing everyone apart, to think that just a few years ago everything was fine. For the amount of years he had been Hunting, at first glance at his age they would call him a rookie, but Azrael was quiet masterful in his art. Showing natural talent, non-stop training, and most of all...Luck. He spoke up, "So...What was your name?", he gave a small smile.
She had a stroke of luck, him finding her, if there was one person to show real justice, or compassion it was Azrael, everyone would be treated equally. He shook his head, those two guards doubted the authority of a Hunter, what has the world come to. This epidemic was tearing everyone apart, to think that just a few years ago everything was fine. For the amount of years he had been Hunting, at first glance at his age they would call him a rookie, but Azrael was quiet masterful in his art. Showing natural talent, non-stop training, and most of all...Luck. He spoke up, "So...What was your name?", he gave a small smile.
Nu felt blood rush to her cheeks and give them an even more noticeable rosey color. She lowered her head, hiding it with her hair, but didn't resist getting close to Azrael. "My name... is Sylvietta Nu. 22 years old. Until a week ago I worked as an assistant teacher at a nearby kindergarten." After the quick synopsis of her current state, Nu looked up at the man and with a more cheerful tone said "Nice to meet you."
"Oh!" She paused when their eyes met. His single visible eye was of the same color as hers, just a darker shade, and that small curve on his lips caught her off guard. "Ah- Nevermind. I just thought your smile looked really cute. It surprised me because at first you had a emotionless expression and cold aura... but now..." She clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body between the fabric of their clothing. Nu was always like this. Sweet and honest, keeping close to people she looked up to.
"Oh!" She paused when their eyes met. His single visible eye was of the same color as hers, just a darker shade, and that small curve on his lips caught her off guard. "Ah- Nevermind. I just thought your smile looked really cute. It surprised me because at first you had a emotionless expression and cold aura... but now..." She clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body between the fabric of their clothing. Nu was always like this. Sweet and honest, keeping close to people she looked up to.
Azrael in turn looked away from her when she commented on his smile, he hadn't really had anyone compliment him on his smile, just his gentleman like behavior. He blushed and said, "Uh..Thank you...", he felt it to be strange for her to randomly comment about him, but not in a bad way. Eventually he looked back to the road ahead of him, his smile fading, he could be pretty emotionless at times, which wasn't really like he felt like, but most people say he did.
Azrael could feel her warmth, she was clinging a bit tightly to him than someone normally would, he hoped that she didn't have any tricks up her sleeve, being a witch. Then again he was being to judgmental, she might just need emotional support from what she had just experienced. Surely, she didn't mean anything scandalous, he hoped he didn't make the wrong impression by helping her. This all made Azrael slightly nervous, he wasn't used to people being close to him, or warming up to him, he usually was alone. It wasn't a bad thing what she was doing, it just made him feel slightly uncomfortable, hopefully he could find clothes for her in the next town. "A teacher? That sounds pleasant, how did you become a witch? Were you born a witch? Or did you learn the arts of Magicka? What gave it away?"
Azrael could feel her warmth, she was clinging a bit tightly to him than someone normally would, he hoped that she didn't have any tricks up her sleeve, being a witch. Then again he was being to judgmental, she might just need emotional support from what she had just experienced. Surely, she didn't mean anything scandalous, he hoped he didn't make the wrong impression by helping her. This all made Azrael slightly nervous, he wasn't used to people being close to him, or warming up to him, he usually was alone. It wasn't a bad thing what she was doing, it just made him feel slightly uncomfortable, hopefully he could find clothes for her in the next town. "A teacher? That sounds pleasant, how did you become a witch? Were you born a witch? Or did you learn the arts of Magicka? What gave it away?"
Nu noticed his heart rate increasing so she loosed the grip on his arm. It was right then she noticed it in the first place. Subconsciously she wrapped both arms around his earlier for her safety. "I'm sorry If I'm being too clingy. I'm still shaken from the barbecue party." The way she jokingly described the events that she went through showed that this was not the first time she's been abused. Ever since she became a witch things were rougher for her. As they walked by the long abandoned road leading to their next destination, their first legit conversation began. "You're absolutely right. I loved the children. They were so well-behaved and we had so much fun together. You could say their love gave birth to my motherly instincts. Even If they found out I'm a witch, they would reply with 'So cool! Big Sis can use magic!'. They would never judge me."
Soon the fog cleared up and the lights of the next small town appeared. Just by the gates were two houses illuminating light. On one side a sign that said 'Clothing Shop' - obviously an old family business, and on the other side a bar that reeked of alcohol. The laughs from inside it could be heard from a long distance - obviously it was some sort of night of celebration. "Shall we enter this town? I promise to tell you more about my transformation, and I'd also like to hear your story." The lady smiled warmly at him once more.
Soon the fog cleared up and the lights of the next small town appeared. Just by the gates were two houses illuminating light. On one side a sign that said 'Clothing Shop' - obviously an old family business, and on the other side a bar that reeked of alcohol. The laughs from inside it could be heard from a long distance - obviously it was some sort of night of celebration. "Shall we enter this town? I promise to tell you more about my transformation, and I'd also like to hear your story." The lady smiled warmly at him once more.
Azrael calmed down when she loosened her grip on his arm, her statement reassured him that it was because of the previous events and nothing else, that was a relief. It saddened him that she was abused so, a teacher, hopefully most of the parents mourned her sentence. The innocence of children was so lovely, he liked that they didn't understand the world, so they saw what should be right and wrong. "Yeah...Innocence...", he said when she finished her statement about the kids, to think, a few years from now they would be filled with thoughts of witches being heretical harpies that needed to burn, only a small percent would probably still like their beloved big sis, unless she taught them to love everyone equally, that's what he would have done...
He saw the light illuminating the path ahead, and he gave a small smile, he said, "Yeah, we should go in town...No one knows you their right?", Azrael might have a drink as well. For some reason though, he could never really get drunk, but he enjoyed the taste of hops, unlike most people, he drank for the taste, not the buzz. That wasn't his main concern though, he noted that there was a clothing shop, definitely looks like a family business, which was good, it would make thing easier. Regardless of her answer he was going to start guiding them in, right until they were about a few meters away from the clothing shop.
As they walked, she told him that she would like to hear his story. She smiled warmly at him as he turned to look at her, but his face sunk slightly, and he pulled out his pocket watch, he didn't flip it open, he just stared at it. The pocket watch was obviously of fine quality, it was made of gold, and had a intricate design, lines that weaved about making it look very exquisite, it was attached to a chain that lead to his hip. "My story...Sure...", he stuffed the pocket watch back into his pocket, if she was good at detecting magic, she would be able to see that this was a very special and powerful watch. He didn't sound very happy about sharing his story, and he wouldn't really tell but half of it.
He saw the light illuminating the path ahead, and he gave a small smile, he said, "Yeah, we should go in town...No one knows you their right?", Azrael might have a drink as well. For some reason though, he could never really get drunk, but he enjoyed the taste of hops, unlike most people, he drank for the taste, not the buzz. That wasn't his main concern though, he noted that there was a clothing shop, definitely looks like a family business, which was good, it would make thing easier. Regardless of her answer he was going to start guiding them in, right until they were about a few meters away from the clothing shop.
As they walked, she told him that she would like to hear his story. She smiled warmly at him as he turned to look at her, but his face sunk slightly, and he pulled out his pocket watch, he didn't flip it open, he just stared at it. The pocket watch was obviously of fine quality, it was made of gold, and had a intricate design, lines that weaved about making it look very exquisite, it was attached to a chain that lead to his hip. "My story...Sure...", he stuffed the pocket watch back into his pocket, if she was good at detecting magic, she would be able to see that this was a very special and powerful watch. He didn't sound very happy about sharing his story, and he wouldn't really tell but half of it.
Mental images flashed inside her head after mentioning the kids. Before getting kicked out, Nu was praised for quickly getting on their good side, teaching them proper manners, stopping the bullies and helping in the kitchen. Teachers looked at her and saw angel wings, until they learned her true identity, which led to their image of her drastically changing to that of a bloody devil with sharp horns. Even now, as the two lone wolves walked towards the city, the children were being reeducated and are daily visited by priests, worried that their hearts might have been corrupted.
Sylvie scratched her cheek at the question. "I heard that The Pope himself sent out all the cardinals to warn priests in certain countries with confirmed presences of witches. So all I have to do is avoid churches. No one else knows me here... I hope..." She wondered, but her mouth felt like ash. Its been a week since she's drank anything different from her own saliva. Nu wasn't much of a drinker, but vodka was always her weakness.
The girl could certainly feel a magical vibe emitting from the pocket watch. She was curious but didn't want to pester him, so she stayed silent until entering the town. Upon entering, the first thing Sylvie does is enter the clothing store while it was still open. "Hey Azrael~ As thanks for today, I'll let you choose my attire!" Her tone changed. Did she really calm down so much or was it an act to avoid the shop owner/manager's suspicion? Either way, she looked over the materials - jeans, skirts, bikini, jackets, you name it. For such a small shop the place had a large variety of clothing, and Azrael out of the blue was supposed to play the role of a stylish guy picking a dress for his girlfriend. It was an image that truly didn't fit him, but that's what made it so fun and brought back Nu's cheerfulness.
Sylvie scratched her cheek at the question. "I heard that The Pope himself sent out all the cardinals to warn priests in certain countries with confirmed presences of witches. So all I have to do is avoid churches. No one else knows me here... I hope..." She wondered, but her mouth felt like ash. Its been a week since she's drank anything different from her own saliva. Nu wasn't much of a drinker, but vodka was always her weakness.
The girl could certainly feel a magical vibe emitting from the pocket watch. She was curious but didn't want to pester him, so she stayed silent until entering the town. Upon entering, the first thing Sylvie does is enter the clothing store while it was still open. "Hey Azrael~ As thanks for today, I'll let you choose my attire!" Her tone changed. Did she really calm down so much or was it an act to avoid the shop owner/manager's suspicion? Either way, she looked over the materials - jeans, skirts, bikini, jackets, you name it. For such a small shop the place had a large variety of clothing, and Azrael out of the blue was supposed to play the role of a stylish guy picking a dress for his girlfriend. It was an image that truly didn't fit him, but that's what made it so fun and brought back Nu's cheerfulness.
It was a shame, he wished that he could teach children about reality and not how the fanatical churches saw the world to be. This wasn't about power, money, or anything of the sort, it was just one of humanities weaknesses...Fear. Azrael thought it was petty, destroying innocent peoples lives for the sake of their own, he had met the pope before, not formally, and it wasn't much of a pleasant visit. He had been through a few trails, charged of crimes that the The Organization deemed heretical, but they could not follow up with the charges, he was bound by the old church rules, which The Organization was powerless against. The old churches had much more power than The Organization could ever have, but for every one member that they had The Organization had a thousand. They could only do so much.
He spoke up when she talked about the churches, "You know, not every church is corrupt? Well, I wouldn't suggest looking for one, that would be nearly impossible...", he pulled a seal of the old churches out and showed it to her, "Anyone carrying this, or any church with this seal are friendly to the innocent supernatural, they will help you if you are wronged...", he placed the seal back in his coat. The seal was a basic Catholic cross, but with strange symbols all over it. He then suggested, "Hey, after we get you clothes...We can head to the bar...Do you have a poison?", when he said, 'Poison', he meant drink.
Azrael jumped slightly to her change of mood, "Wha....What?", he blinked at her a few times and rubbed the back of his head, looking the other way. What was he going to pick, he never picked clothes for girls, he didn't know what they liked to wear, I mean, look at his wear, IT WAS CENTURIES OLD! "Are....Are you positive?", he said raising his eyebrow, he looked over the clothing, not even the mens wear had anything that caught his eye that he would dress in. His eyes lingered over to were the women's clothing, 'Do I have to choose...No that's silly...', he thought in his head. "Uh, yeah...You're going to choose that stuff right?...", he said pointing towards the women's undergarments. He had no earthly idea what he was looking for and his expression showed it. After stumbling around for a few seconds, he found a dress, but she didn't know if she liked dresses, obviously not accustomed to having to do this, he looked at Sylvie for guidance. Every way that he moved about and looked at things was more than amusing, in fact probably more than worth it.
He spoke up when she talked about the churches, "You know, not every church is corrupt? Well, I wouldn't suggest looking for one, that would be nearly impossible...", he pulled a seal of the old churches out and showed it to her, "Anyone carrying this, or any church with this seal are friendly to the innocent supernatural, they will help you if you are wronged...", he placed the seal back in his coat. The seal was a basic Catholic cross, but with strange symbols all over it. He then suggested, "Hey, after we get you clothes...We can head to the bar...Do you have a poison?", when he said, 'Poison', he meant drink.
Azrael jumped slightly to her change of mood, "Wha....What?", he blinked at her a few times and rubbed the back of his head, looking the other way. What was he going to pick, he never picked clothes for girls, he didn't know what they liked to wear, I mean, look at his wear, IT WAS CENTURIES OLD! "Are....Are you positive?", he said raising his eyebrow, he looked over the clothing, not even the mens wear had anything that caught his eye that he would dress in. His eyes lingered over to were the women's clothing, 'Do I have to choose...No that's silly...', he thought in his head. "Uh, yeah...You're going to choose that stuff right?...", he said pointing towards the women's undergarments. He had no earthly idea what he was looking for and his expression showed it. After stumbling around for a few seconds, he found a dress, but she didn't know if she liked dresses, obviously not accustomed to having to do this, he looked at Sylvie for guidance. Every way that he moved about and looked at things was more than amusing, in fact probably more than worth it.
Sylvie examined the seal closely, remembering every detail of it, but that was now in the back of her head. The girl was busy leaning over Azrael, nodding with incredible enthusiasm! "Of course I'm positive!" Unlike before, she pestered him, eager to see his choice. As she was now, wearing a sheet as a robe, there was nothing attractive about her. If she couldn't look good for herself, she wanted to look good for Azrael at the very least. So when the eyepatched man pointed to a dress, both Sylvie and the shop owner reacted with delight! "Very fine taste!" The old man clapped slowly. "You have a fine eye for women's clothing Mister, unlike men's..." He was being brutally honest, looking over the hunter's attire with a raised eyebrow. "Either way, the creamy color of this dress would suit the tanned lady perfectly. The skirt isn't too lengthy nor is it too revealing. The materials its made of are wool-" And so he rambled on, giving details about the dress, going as far as giving a historical lecture. It seemed the man was truly lonely and had almost no customers, so his emotions got the better of him in this situation.
"Psshh! Azrael! Don't worry about the price. I'll pay you back some day, I swear." Nu whispered into his ear. "Thank you for the details Old Man! As for underwear... Hey Z, whats your favorite color~?" She asked a bold question, which even caught the owner off guard. 'Oh my' He whimpered to himself. But as much fun as she was having, Nu was only trying to postpone going to the bar and telling the truth about her transformation and demonic powers...
"Psshh! Azrael! Don't worry about the price. I'll pay you back some day, I swear." Nu whispered into his ear. "Thank you for the details Old Man! As for underwear... Hey Z, whats your favorite color~?" She asked a bold question, which even caught the owner off guard. 'Oh my' He whimpered to himself. But as much fun as she was having, Nu was only trying to postpone going to the bar and telling the truth about her transformation and demonic powers...
Azrael was truly surprised that she liked it, it was rather strange, he just went with what he thought was best. He didn't mind her pestering one bit, and a small smile crept up on his face, but he tried to keep a serious gentleman like attitude. Even the shop owner complimented on his taste in...women's clothing...wait what? Azrael placed a palm on his forehead, 'Does this make me a pervert? All of those years of training and discipline, all went to waste, what would Saint Andrew say to me?!', he placed both hands on his head, as he had a mini breakdown. He snapped out of it when he said he didn't have a taste for his own clothes, he turned and said, "Hey! This is ancient ceremonial clothing! Only finest Hunters wear this! I'm very proud to be dressed in this attire...", his demeanor broke, as he crossed his arms and looked away, he quietly grumbled, "...and it looks very dapper...", he listened as the old man spoke. History was something that did interest him, and he did like to hear from old ones, he also liked comforting them at lonely times.
Azrael shook his head at the price, and he said, "No no no, You don't owe me anything...", it was the least he could do, plus he was never short on money. Hunting was a dangerous job, but it sure as hell paid well, most of his money went into funding for orphanages, and old churches though. When she asked him what his favorite color was, the first reaction was, "Now you're calling me Z?!", he mumbled to himself, "How did she guess my nickname....", crossing his arms. Then after a few moments of her waiting for a response he realized what she asked, and he blushed as his eyes widened. "Well uh...", he rubbed the back of his head, looking the other way, in his head he began to think, 'well if I have a choice...', but he shook his head, 'What are you insane? You are definitely going to be frowned upon...", he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Uh...Green....P-preferably with white stripes...", he didn't know what the hell he was doing. He leaned away and blushed, 'I have sinned', he noted in his head.
Azrael shook his head at the price, and he said, "No no no, You don't owe me anything...", it was the least he could do, plus he was never short on money. Hunting was a dangerous job, but it sure as hell paid well, most of his money went into funding for orphanages, and old churches though. When she asked him what his favorite color was, the first reaction was, "Now you're calling me Z?!", he mumbled to himself, "How did she guess my nickname....", crossing his arms. Then after a few moments of her waiting for a response he realized what she asked, and he blushed as his eyes widened. "Well uh...", he rubbed the back of his head, looking the other way, in his head he began to think, 'well if I have a choice...', but he shook his head, 'What are you insane? You are definitely going to be frowned upon...", he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Uh...Green....P-preferably with white stripes...", he didn't know what the hell he was doing. He leaned away and blushed, 'I have sinned', he noted in his head.
"Don't mix perversion in this. The fact that you know how to cover a lady doesn't mean you know how to uncover-" Nu paused, turning away and placing both hands on her mouth. She couldn't even finish her sentences because she started snickering and giggling at his comical reactions. When the hunter raised his voice to defend his getup and its history, Sylvie couldn't hold back laughing whole-heartedly. Such a childish mannerism, crossing his arms and looking away like a grumpy, spoiled boy.
Despite the man being well-paid, Nu was determined to pay him back. She didn't want to be in debt to anyone, so she always paid back or helped in return. It wasn't so much as a moral thing she was taught, simply part of her pride. The blonde beauty leaned over once more, whispering "The Z in 'Azrael' really sticks out, so I hope you don't mind~" Nu addressed him informally now, even though it hasn't been that long since they first met, yet their relationship grew very fast.
"Eh?!" The maiden pulled back after his answer. A small blush appeared on her cheeks as well. "You sure know what's popular these days... Are you secretly an otaku?" With such a specific answer there's no way she wouldn't assume it. The pattern was very popular, especially in Japan. In the background the old man chuckled to himself "Ah, such is youth." And so Sylvietta Nu picked up her new underwear and dress and went inside the changing room to put them on...
Despite the man being well-paid, Nu was determined to pay him back. She didn't want to be in debt to anyone, so she always paid back or helped in return. It wasn't so much as a moral thing she was taught, simply part of her pride. The blonde beauty leaned over once more, whispering "The Z in 'Azrael' really sticks out, so I hope you don't mind~" Nu addressed him informally now, even though it hasn't been that long since they first met, yet their relationship grew very fast.
"Eh?!" The maiden pulled back after his answer. A small blush appeared on her cheeks as well. "You sure know what's popular these days... Are you secretly an otaku?" With such a specific answer there's no way she wouldn't assume it. The pattern was very popular, especially in Japan. In the background the old man chuckled to himself "Ah, such is youth." And so Sylvietta Nu picked up her new underwear and dress and went inside the changing room to put them on...
Azrael could be quick to anger and frustration if you overlooked something about him, it was only a childish anger though, more fun than harm. That said, you didn't really want to make him actually angry, it was more of a cold persecuting anger, a silent rage when it happened. He grumbled a bit when she laughed at him gnashing his teeth together, but he couldn't help but smile a little a few seconds afterwards.
Azrael thought it to only be part of his job to buy her something to wear...Well it was an interesting way of doing it, but it would be hard for him to accept repayment, and would most likely run from the offer, literally, eh, the less she knew the better. He thought about it for a second, 'Well...She kind of looks like the type that would chase you down to the ends of the earth for something so simple....", he was definitely having second thoughts, but he stayed quiet for now. The 'Z' in his name really did stick out, she was treating him more like a friend than a stranger now, hell, with what she was asking possibly more, but he assumed she was being playful...HOPEFULLY.
She pulled back from his response and he prepared himself for a slap of sorts, wincing his uncovered eye slightly. On the bright side she responded positively, but with a question that implied he was a pervert due to popular things. "W-What? What's an otaku?!", he didn't know anything about social rumors, he didn't have much free time, he didn't watch, shows, movies, and didn't really do much but his job, it was more than enough excitement. He was taught a lot of Japanese culture, but only for its past not present, he wouldn't know where he was if he ended up in Japan mysteriously. Also, he wasn't really one to have friends, he didn't know what was hot and what wasn't, he honestly just answered to what he thought would look good. He stared at Sylvie, there was obviously innocence in his eyes, but he was blushing uncontrollably.
Azrael calmed down once she went into the changing room, he let out a deep sigh, and crossed his arms. Ugh, so was this what Saint Andrew meant by not wanting to have a women? Well, it wasn't that bad...but still, what in the world, were all women like this. His eyes widened slightly, 'Ugh, I have to get a drink...and stop thinking...', he rubbed the back of his head and stood there silently as she dressed.
Azrael thought it to only be part of his job to buy her something to wear...Well it was an interesting way of doing it, but it would be hard for him to accept repayment, and would most likely run from the offer, literally, eh, the less she knew the better. He thought about it for a second, 'Well...She kind of looks like the type that would chase you down to the ends of the earth for something so simple....", he was definitely having second thoughts, but he stayed quiet for now. The 'Z' in his name really did stick out, she was treating him more like a friend than a stranger now, hell, with what she was asking possibly more, but he assumed she was being playful...HOPEFULLY.
She pulled back from his response and he prepared himself for a slap of sorts, wincing his uncovered eye slightly. On the bright side she responded positively, but with a question that implied he was a pervert due to popular things. "W-What? What's an otaku?!", he didn't know anything about social rumors, he didn't have much free time, he didn't watch, shows, movies, and didn't really do much but his job, it was more than enough excitement. He was taught a lot of Japanese culture, but only for its past not present, he wouldn't know where he was if he ended up in Japan mysteriously. Also, he wasn't really one to have friends, he didn't know what was hot and what wasn't, he honestly just answered to what he thought would look good. He stared at Sylvie, there was obviously innocence in his eyes, but he was blushing uncontrollably.
Azrael calmed down once she went into the changing room, he let out a deep sigh, and crossed his arms. Ugh, so was this what Saint Andrew meant by not wanting to have a women? Well, it wasn't that bad...but still, what in the world, were all women like this. His eyes widened slightly, 'Ugh, I have to get a drink...and stop thinking...', he rubbed the back of his head and stood there silently as she dressed.
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