Crossover Madness 4: Demons
I keep flitting from story to story, unable to concentrate on just one for any length of time, but I seem to be able to add bits and pieces here and there... ^^;
Fortunately, this one was nearly complete, so a few bits and pieces was all it took to finish it.
Crossover between my Darkness Saga and
maderr's Dance with the Devil. ^____^
Warnings: AU, rampant insanity. ^^;
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Sometimes things happened for a reason. Other times, they just happened. Then there were the times involving copious amounts of alcohol and slightly-more-than-tipsy Lords of Darkness. Those were the times when anything and everything was possible.
Take today, for instance. An average, ordinary day, or so one might think. Still early, the sun's light was only barely beginning to show in the morning sky when a powerful flare of magic announced the arrival of a very confused flame-haired demon in the middle of the bedroom. Not his bedroom. One he'd never seen before.
At least, he was fairly certain he'd never seen it before. Being who he was, Azragael could never be one hundred percent sure about anything. Between the alcohol he tended to consume and the inherent problems associated with having dominion over the future, he never knew if what he saw had already happened, was going to happen, or was a product of an all-night drinking binge and getting klunked over the head with a frying pan.
Still, nowhere in the past, future, or booze-induced dreams could he remember seeing this particular bedroom. It was nice, as such things went. Simply and elegantly furnished, with floor to ceiling windows that looked out over a sprawling city. That was interesting. Either this bedroom was in a castle on a very high hill, or...
Azragael padded over to the windows and peered out at the twinkling lights of the city as dawn slowly began to illuminate it. No hill, and those weren't lanterns. Only one explanation then.
"Damn it. Miscalculated again." He picked a chair at random and dropped into it, noting absently that it was rather a comfortable thing that he'd have to duplicate upon returning home, and proceeded to attempt to retrace exactly what he'd done to wind up some thousand or so years ahead of where he was supposed to be. Knowing the future was one thing. Actually winding up in it? That was something else. For one thing, what if he met himself? That would just be weird.
Although he was having trouble sensing the unseen veil between the living world and the Dark Realms. Surely the Dark Realms still existed in the future. If they didn't, where would people go when they died?
He was still puzzling the complications of that and his impromptu arrival at a time and place he most certainly hadn't been intending on arriving at when the serene morning silence was broken by a rather irritable-sounding voice.
"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?"
Azragael looked up, head turning toward the source of the voice. A large, comfortable-looking bed on a raised dais, which contained two figures. One was sitting up and glaring at him, a rather handsome blond, and a moment of deduction indicated that this was probably the one who had spoken. He couldn't be sure, but it was a good guess anyway.
"My name is Azragael, and I'm not really sure how I got here," Azragael answered cheerfully, getting up out of the nice comfy chair and approaching the still-scowling blond. Really, if he tried smiling instead of frowning he'd probably be devastating. Maybe he was somehow related to Lurizal. Riz had that same problem.
"Right," the blond man snorted in disbelief. "You just randomly managed to get past the wards."
Azragael blinked. "Wards? What wards?" He looked around again, this time looking past the physical objects to the underlying power structure beneath, a shimmering, silvery pattern that made him queasy just looking at it. He wrenched his sight back to the here and now and clasped both hands over his mouth. "Ugh. Shouldn't have looked. I think I'm going to be sick."
"If they make you sick, how did you get past them in the first place?" came the sour demand. Azragael looked back up, blinking to find that the blond had slipped out of bed and into a pair of pants that had definitely seen better days while he'd been distracted by the nausea-inducing wards.
"Uh... well..." Azragael rubbed his head above his right horn. "I was trying to figure that out when you started asking questions. I wasn't trying to get here, wherever here is, so I think I made a little error when I jumped to the mortal world because this isn't where I meant to go and I think it's the wrong time and maybe the wrong place too but it's hard to tell because if it's just the wrong time then there's no telling what could be in this spot in the right time and it could very well be right only I might have been trying for this time but not this place and messed that up but I can't really remember because I think I was maybe a little tipsy at the time and so-"
"Enough. Stop." The blond man cut him off, grimacing. "I get it. You're an idiot and randomly appearing in our bedroom was a mistake."
Azragael blinked, considered, then beamed. "Right."
"Great. So if you randomly managed to show up here, you can randomly manage to take yourself elsewhere so I can go back to bed." The blond looked at him pointedly.
"I have to figure out how I got here so that I can un-get here and then try again to get where I was going," Azragael explained helpfully. "You wouldn't happen to know where I was going, would you?"
The blond promptly buried his face in one hand, making a strange noise that Azragael would have figured out eventually if his attention wasn't distracted by a soft rustling of fabric and movement from the bed. The second figure was sitting up, silvery-grey eyes gleaming in the shadows as he regarded the blond man with an amused smile.
"Trouble, Christian?"
"Your wards don't seem to be very good at keeping things out," Christian snapped in exasperation, "And he makes my head hurt. Deal with him."
A quiet chuckle preceded the second man's slipping out of bed, totally nude, and coming around the edge to pull the snarly blond into his arms, petting him and ignoring the elbow to his abs. "Yes, Beloved." His gaze flicked up, looking over Azragael slowly. "You are?"
"Azragael." Hadn't he already said that once? Or maybe he was just hallucinating it. Wouldn't be the first time. "Who are you?"
The tall man chuckled quietly. "Sable. Sable Brennus. I understand you've wound up in my home by some kind of accident?" He laughed softly. "I can't think of many who would willingly brave a demon's home."
Azragael blinked, looking from one man to the other, then blinked again. "Demon? Where?"
The blond man (Chris-something. Christina? No, that wasn't right...) stared at him in disbelief. Next to him, Sable laughed again.
"That would be me," Sable said mildly, clearly amused.
Azragael blinked again. "Really? You don't look like a demon... Huh. Maybe if I look..." He shifted mental gears, peering intently at the man who claimed to be a demon, then promptly looked away as he discovered more of that eerie silver that liked to make him sick. "Ugh. Okay, so the guard magic is obviously yours. Guh. That is some weird freaky stuff, y'know. Just trying to look at it makes me dizzy."
"Hmm," Sable mused thoughtfully. "I don't know of any creatures adversely affected by demon magic, and I don't recognize your aura at all. It's... strange, somehow..."
"Aura?" Azragael echoed, arching a brow. "That some sort of mystical new-age mumbo jumbo or something? Man, demons have really changed since my time, I guess. No horns, barf-inducing magic signatures, and some weird psychobabble about auras..." He ran a hand through his hair and made a face.
"Horns?" the blond man (Christopher? No, something else) repeated, frowning. "What do you mean horns?"
Azragael blinked and lifted a hand to point at the side of his head and the large, spiraled horns coiled there. "Horns."
Two pairs of eyes regarded him in surprise, then the blond (what was his name? Christy?) snorted.
"You're a demon."
"That wasn't obvious?" Azragael asked, feeling a little hurt that his identity was in question. He was used to people not believing he was a Lord of Darkness, but he'd never before encountered people who didn't believe he was a demon.
"Interesting," Sable mused thoughtfully, silver eyes still regarding him intently. "Demon of what, I wonder?"
"Fire," Azragael answered promptly. "Lemmie see if I remember the whole spiel." He scratched behind one horn as he sorted through the glitter and dustbunnies masquerading as his brain. "High Lord Azragael, Lord of Darkness over the seventh circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of fire and holding dominion over the future yet to come." He paused. "I think. Riz remembers all the formal stuff better than I do."
The blond (Chrissy? Christo?) arched a brow. "Riz?"
"Lurizal," Azragael clarified. "All that stuff I just said, only inner circle, ice, and the past."
Sable frowned, appearing faintly puzzled. "Seventh circle? High Lord? From the sound of things, your version of a demon is very different from the one we are familiar with. You are far from your time, and our demons are nothing like your own. I wonder..."
Azragael blinked several times. "Woah there hot stuff. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"That you are out of phase with your own universe as well as your own time? Yes." Sable seemed as though he was going to add something else, then thought better of it. No sense in tempting fate.
"Well, crap. That's not good." Azragael thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Oh well. I'll figure it out eventually. Or maybe accidentally. In the meantime, either of you two know a good tavern?"
"There's a bar in the casino on the first floor," Christal (Chrisanthemum?) said, rolling his eyes and pointing at the floor. "Straight down."
Azragael grinned. "Thanks sexy." He blew them both a kiss, then made the brief jump down to ground level, startling a few mortals when he appeared out of thin air. They were the least of his concern, however, for he almost immediately spotted the booze.
That was more like it. He could get happily plastered and hopefully by the time he couldn't walk straight he'd have figured out how to get home. This place was nice, and the eye candy was divine, but any place that didn't have a Lurizal just wasn't the place for him.
"Tell me you've figured out how to get rid of him," Chris demanded sourly as he watched the red-haired demon flirt with two hotel patrons and one of the bellhops - at the same time.
Sable chuckled quietly. "He doesn't conform to any of our rules, Beloved. No territory, no consort, no limits that I can discern..."
"Aside from sheer blatant stupidity," Chris muttered.
"There is that," Sable agreed with a laugh. The two of them continued to watch the scene unfold, one amused, one miffed, until a polite (if slightly annoyed) voice spoke up from somewhere behind them.
"Pardon me, but has anyone seen an idiot around here by any chance?"
They both turned to regard the man who'd spoken. Slightly taller than Chris, though still shorter than Sable, with icy blue eyes filled with irritation. Rising from a mass of pale blond curls were two small, spiraled horns that glinted oddly in the light.
"Red hair, needs to be shot?" Chris asked dryly.
"That would be the one," the newcomer snorted, rolling his eyes and striding past them into the casino, fixing unerringly on the happy redhead with his arms around the waists of two hotel patrons. "Azragael."
The red-haired demon froze, head snapping up to meet the blond's eyes. He swallowed visibly. "Riz..." As the blond continued to advance, Azragael shot to his feet and grinned sheepishly. "How'd you get here, Riz? I thought I had another accident..."
"You did," Riz said sourly. "I followed the temporal wake you left behind. What the hell were you thinking?" He gestured broadly at the casino and the bewildered onlookers. "This is a bit much, even for you. Idiot."
Azragael scrubbed a hand through his hair and smiled winsomely. "Sorry, Riz. So, you're here to rescue me?" The smile widened.
Riz snorted. "Unlike you, I actually know what I'm doing and won't take the next decade to find my way home. Come on, we're leaving." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited pointedly.
"But..." Azragael looked down at the shorter demon pleadingly. "Don't you want to look around a little? It's nice here, if you don't mind a little rain..."
"No, I do not want to look around a little," Riz snapped irritably. "I'm already wasting enough time as it is fixing your idiotic mistake. I should have just left you here and enjoyed the peace and quiet."
Azragael's eyes widened, filling with hurt. "You wouldn't really..."
"No?" Riz asked archly, uncrossing his arms and turning on his heel. "Watch me."
He only got three steps before Azragael caught up with him, spinning him back around and kissing him soundly. At first Riz seemed to protest, though the longer the kiss went on the weaker Riz's struggles got. When Azragael finally let him up he clung dazedly to the redheaded demon, apparently oblivious to the cheers and wolf-whistles from the people around them.
Sable smirked. "Looks like you two have something in common, Beloved," he observed, oofing slightly as Chris elbowed him.
"I suggest you be quiet or you're going to be sleeping alone for the next few days," Chris threatened sourly, stalking away from him and toward the two foreign demons. "Are you leaving yet?" he demanded.
Azragael heaved a dramatic sigh. "Looks like it. Lurizal does backwards better than I do, so no more thinking."
"Thinking? Is that what it's called now?" Lurizal spoke up acidly. "It looked like you were getting drunk and hitting on people."
Azragael smiled sheepishly. "Uh, the alcohol helps my concentration?" he tried.
Chris and Lurizal both snorted, then blinked and eyed one another cautiously. From a few paces away Sable chuckled in amusement, coming forward to slide one arm around Chris's waist.
"I suggest you quit while you're ahead," Sable said to Azragael, the underlying humor in his voice impossible to miss.
Azragael sighed again. "Right. Riz?"
Lurizal scowled and yanked on a length of fiery hair, then the two of them promptly vanished with a rather gut-wrenching sensation. Chris stared at the spot where they'd been until his stomach settled, then twisted to look up at Sable.
"You know," Sable said thoughtfully, "I should have asked them to teach me how to go backward and forward through time before they left."
Chris scowled, opening his mouth to deliver a scathing retort, only to have it lost in Sable's mouth as the demon kissed him soundly. By the time Sable finally let him up, he couldn't really remember what they'd been talking about.
He did remember enough to know he should be scowling, and turned away to stalk back toward the private elevator. "I'm going back to sleep."
He heard the sound of quiet footsteps catching up to him, then Sable's arm slid around his waist. "How about back to bed?" Sable suggested hopefully.
Chris glared. "Back to sleep," he emphasized.
"As you wish, Beloved," Sable said cheerfully, both of them already fully aware of what the outcome would be once they got back to their room.
Damned demons.
Fortunately, this one was nearly complete, so a few bits and pieces was all it took to finish it.
Crossover between my Darkness Saga and
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Warnings: AU, rampant insanity. ^^;
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Sometimes things happened for a reason. Other times, they just happened. Then there were the times involving copious amounts of alcohol and slightly-more-than-tipsy Lords of Darkness. Those were the times when anything and everything was possible.
Take today, for instance. An average, ordinary day, or so one might think. Still early, the sun's light was only barely beginning to show in the morning sky when a powerful flare of magic announced the arrival of a very confused flame-haired demon in the middle of the bedroom. Not his bedroom. One he'd never seen before.
At least, he was fairly certain he'd never seen it before. Being who he was, Azragael could never be one hundred percent sure about anything. Between the alcohol he tended to consume and the inherent problems associated with having dominion over the future, he never knew if what he saw had already happened, was going to happen, or was a product of an all-night drinking binge and getting klunked over the head with a frying pan.
Still, nowhere in the past, future, or booze-induced dreams could he remember seeing this particular bedroom. It was nice, as such things went. Simply and elegantly furnished, with floor to ceiling windows that looked out over a sprawling city. That was interesting. Either this bedroom was in a castle on a very high hill, or...
Azragael padded over to the windows and peered out at the twinkling lights of the city as dawn slowly began to illuminate it. No hill, and those weren't lanterns. Only one explanation then.
"Damn it. Miscalculated again." He picked a chair at random and dropped into it, noting absently that it was rather a comfortable thing that he'd have to duplicate upon returning home, and proceeded to attempt to retrace exactly what he'd done to wind up some thousand or so years ahead of where he was supposed to be. Knowing the future was one thing. Actually winding up in it? That was something else. For one thing, what if he met himself? That would just be weird.
Although he was having trouble sensing the unseen veil between the living world and the Dark Realms. Surely the Dark Realms still existed in the future. If they didn't, where would people go when they died?
He was still puzzling the complications of that and his impromptu arrival at a time and place he most certainly hadn't been intending on arriving at when the serene morning silence was broken by a rather irritable-sounding voice.
"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?"
Azragael looked up, head turning toward the source of the voice. A large, comfortable-looking bed on a raised dais, which contained two figures. One was sitting up and glaring at him, a rather handsome blond, and a moment of deduction indicated that this was probably the one who had spoken. He couldn't be sure, but it was a good guess anyway.
"My name is Azragael, and I'm not really sure how I got here," Azragael answered cheerfully, getting up out of the nice comfy chair and approaching the still-scowling blond. Really, if he tried smiling instead of frowning he'd probably be devastating. Maybe he was somehow related to Lurizal. Riz had that same problem.
"Right," the blond man snorted in disbelief. "You just randomly managed to get past the wards."
Azragael blinked. "Wards? What wards?" He looked around again, this time looking past the physical objects to the underlying power structure beneath, a shimmering, silvery pattern that made him queasy just looking at it. He wrenched his sight back to the here and now and clasped both hands over his mouth. "Ugh. Shouldn't have looked. I think I'm going to be sick."
"If they make you sick, how did you get past them in the first place?" came the sour demand. Azragael looked back up, blinking to find that the blond had slipped out of bed and into a pair of pants that had definitely seen better days while he'd been distracted by the nausea-inducing wards.
"Uh... well..." Azragael rubbed his head above his right horn. "I was trying to figure that out when you started asking questions. I wasn't trying to get here, wherever here is, so I think I made a little error when I jumped to the mortal world because this isn't where I meant to go and I think it's the wrong time and maybe the wrong place too but it's hard to tell because if it's just the wrong time then there's no telling what could be in this spot in the right time and it could very well be right only I might have been trying for this time but not this place and messed that up but I can't really remember because I think I was maybe a little tipsy at the time and so-"
"Enough. Stop." The blond man cut him off, grimacing. "I get it. You're an idiot and randomly appearing in our bedroom was a mistake."
Azragael blinked, considered, then beamed. "Right."
"Great. So if you randomly managed to show up here, you can randomly manage to take yourself elsewhere so I can go back to bed." The blond looked at him pointedly.
"I have to figure out how I got here so that I can un-get here and then try again to get where I was going," Azragael explained helpfully. "You wouldn't happen to know where I was going, would you?"
The blond promptly buried his face in one hand, making a strange noise that Azragael would have figured out eventually if his attention wasn't distracted by a soft rustling of fabric and movement from the bed. The second figure was sitting up, silvery-grey eyes gleaming in the shadows as he regarded the blond man with an amused smile.
"Trouble, Christian?"
"Your wards don't seem to be very good at keeping things out," Christian snapped in exasperation, "And he makes my head hurt. Deal with him."
A quiet chuckle preceded the second man's slipping out of bed, totally nude, and coming around the edge to pull the snarly blond into his arms, petting him and ignoring the elbow to his abs. "Yes, Beloved." His gaze flicked up, looking over Azragael slowly. "You are?"
"Azragael." Hadn't he already said that once? Or maybe he was just hallucinating it. Wouldn't be the first time. "Who are you?"
The tall man chuckled quietly. "Sable. Sable Brennus. I understand you've wound up in my home by some kind of accident?" He laughed softly. "I can't think of many who would willingly brave a demon's home."
Azragael blinked, looking from one man to the other, then blinked again. "Demon? Where?"
The blond man (Chris-something. Christina? No, that wasn't right...) stared at him in disbelief. Next to him, Sable laughed again.
"That would be me," Sable said mildly, clearly amused.
Azragael blinked again. "Really? You don't look like a demon... Huh. Maybe if I look..." He shifted mental gears, peering intently at the man who claimed to be a demon, then promptly looked away as he discovered more of that eerie silver that liked to make him sick. "Ugh. Okay, so the guard magic is obviously yours. Guh. That is some weird freaky stuff, y'know. Just trying to look at it makes me dizzy."
"Hmm," Sable mused thoughtfully. "I don't know of any creatures adversely affected by demon magic, and I don't recognize your aura at all. It's... strange, somehow..."
"Aura?" Azragael echoed, arching a brow. "That some sort of mystical new-age mumbo jumbo or something? Man, demons have really changed since my time, I guess. No horns, barf-inducing magic signatures, and some weird psychobabble about auras..." He ran a hand through his hair and made a face.
"Horns?" the blond man (Christopher? No, something else) repeated, frowning. "What do you mean horns?"
Azragael blinked and lifted a hand to point at the side of his head and the large, spiraled horns coiled there. "Horns."
Two pairs of eyes regarded him in surprise, then the blond (what was his name? Christy?) snorted.
"You're a demon."
"That wasn't obvious?" Azragael asked, feeling a little hurt that his identity was in question. He was used to people not believing he was a Lord of Darkness, but he'd never before encountered people who didn't believe he was a demon.
"Interesting," Sable mused thoughtfully, silver eyes still regarding him intently. "Demon of what, I wonder?"
"Fire," Azragael answered promptly. "Lemmie see if I remember the whole spiel." He scratched behind one horn as he sorted through the glitter and dustbunnies masquerading as his brain. "High Lord Azragael, Lord of Darkness over the seventh circle of the Dark Realms, Demon Lord of fire and holding dominion over the future yet to come." He paused. "I think. Riz remembers all the formal stuff better than I do."
The blond (Chrissy? Christo?) arched a brow. "Riz?"
"Lurizal," Azragael clarified. "All that stuff I just said, only inner circle, ice, and the past."
Sable frowned, appearing faintly puzzled. "Seventh circle? High Lord? From the sound of things, your version of a demon is very different from the one we are familiar with. You are far from your time, and our demons are nothing like your own. I wonder..."
Azragael blinked several times. "Woah there hot stuff. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"That you are out of phase with your own universe as well as your own time? Yes." Sable seemed as though he was going to add something else, then thought better of it. No sense in tempting fate.
"Well, crap. That's not good." Azragael thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Oh well. I'll figure it out eventually. Or maybe accidentally. In the meantime, either of you two know a good tavern?"
"There's a bar in the casino on the first floor," Christal (Chrisanthemum?) said, rolling his eyes and pointing at the floor. "Straight down."
Azragael grinned. "Thanks sexy." He blew them both a kiss, then made the brief jump down to ground level, startling a few mortals when he appeared out of thin air. They were the least of his concern, however, for he almost immediately spotted the booze.
That was more like it. He could get happily plastered and hopefully by the time he couldn't walk straight he'd have figured out how to get home. This place was nice, and the eye candy was divine, but any place that didn't have a Lurizal just wasn't the place for him.
"Tell me you've figured out how to get rid of him," Chris demanded sourly as he watched the red-haired demon flirt with two hotel patrons and one of the bellhops - at the same time.
Sable chuckled quietly. "He doesn't conform to any of our rules, Beloved. No territory, no consort, no limits that I can discern..."
"Aside from sheer blatant stupidity," Chris muttered.
"There is that," Sable agreed with a laugh. The two of them continued to watch the scene unfold, one amused, one miffed, until a polite (if slightly annoyed) voice spoke up from somewhere behind them.
"Pardon me, but has anyone seen an idiot around here by any chance?"
They both turned to regard the man who'd spoken. Slightly taller than Chris, though still shorter than Sable, with icy blue eyes filled with irritation. Rising from a mass of pale blond curls were two small, spiraled horns that glinted oddly in the light.
"Red hair, needs to be shot?" Chris asked dryly.
"That would be the one," the newcomer snorted, rolling his eyes and striding past them into the casino, fixing unerringly on the happy redhead with his arms around the waists of two hotel patrons. "Azragael."
The red-haired demon froze, head snapping up to meet the blond's eyes. He swallowed visibly. "Riz..." As the blond continued to advance, Azragael shot to his feet and grinned sheepishly. "How'd you get here, Riz? I thought I had another accident..."
"You did," Riz said sourly. "I followed the temporal wake you left behind. What the hell were you thinking?" He gestured broadly at the casino and the bewildered onlookers. "This is a bit much, even for you. Idiot."
Azragael scrubbed a hand through his hair and smiled winsomely. "Sorry, Riz. So, you're here to rescue me?" The smile widened.
Riz snorted. "Unlike you, I actually know what I'm doing and won't take the next decade to find my way home. Come on, we're leaving." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited pointedly.
"But..." Azragael looked down at the shorter demon pleadingly. "Don't you want to look around a little? It's nice here, if you don't mind a little rain..."
"No, I do not want to look around a little," Riz snapped irritably. "I'm already wasting enough time as it is fixing your idiotic mistake. I should have just left you here and enjoyed the peace and quiet."
Azragael's eyes widened, filling with hurt. "You wouldn't really..."
"No?" Riz asked archly, uncrossing his arms and turning on his heel. "Watch me."
He only got three steps before Azragael caught up with him, spinning him back around and kissing him soundly. At first Riz seemed to protest, though the longer the kiss went on the weaker Riz's struggles got. When Azragael finally let him up he clung dazedly to the redheaded demon, apparently oblivious to the cheers and wolf-whistles from the people around them.
Sable smirked. "Looks like you two have something in common, Beloved," he observed, oofing slightly as Chris elbowed him.
"I suggest you be quiet or you're going to be sleeping alone for the next few days," Chris threatened sourly, stalking away from him and toward the two foreign demons. "Are you leaving yet?" he demanded.
Azragael heaved a dramatic sigh. "Looks like it. Lurizal does backwards better than I do, so no more thinking."
"Thinking? Is that what it's called now?" Lurizal spoke up acidly. "It looked like you were getting drunk and hitting on people."
Azragael smiled sheepishly. "Uh, the alcohol helps my concentration?" he tried.
Chris and Lurizal both snorted, then blinked and eyed one another cautiously. From a few paces away Sable chuckled in amusement, coming forward to slide one arm around Chris's waist.
"I suggest you quit while you're ahead," Sable said to Azragael, the underlying humor in his voice impossible to miss.
Azragael sighed again. "Right. Riz?"
Lurizal scowled and yanked on a length of fiery hair, then the two of them promptly vanished with a rather gut-wrenching sensation. Chris stared at the spot where they'd been until his stomach settled, then twisted to look up at Sable.
"You know," Sable said thoughtfully, "I should have asked them to teach me how to go backward and forward through time before they left."
Chris scowled, opening his mouth to deliver a scathing retort, only to have it lost in Sable's mouth as the demon kissed him soundly. By the time Sable finally let him up, he couldn't really remember what they'd been talking about.
He did remember enough to know he should be scowling, and turned away to stalk back toward the private elevator. "I'm going back to sleep."
He heard the sound of quiet footsteps catching up to him, then Sable's arm slid around his waist. "How about back to bed?" Sable suggested hopefully.
Chris glared. "Back to sleep," he emphasized.
"As you wish, Beloved," Sable said cheerfully, both of them already fully aware of what the outcome would be once they got back to their room.
Damned demons.
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(Anonymous) 2007-08-18 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)Good job!
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(Anonymous) 2007-08-19 12:43 am (UTC)(link)La, Azragael's thought process is too funny.
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The alternate part--how Az and Riz are like Sable and Chris--is so cute, my teeth hurt. Much love.
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crack indeed
well done!
XD
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*tackle hearts* I love that Sable compares Riz and Chris and can spot the similarities. XD You rock. ^______________^!!
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This is my favorite of the crossover series. I love Az, he's such a riot. And his thoughts about the world not having a riz made me awww. And sable and Chris's reactions/interactions were great.