Richard? Richard- Azazel Coralee had both his hands, I can teach you Richard. I know you're scared but I can teach you. This is a gift...what you've become. What you've been. Don't fight it.
Don't fight it.
Had he and Azazel always been this fused? No. He was aware of himself enough to know that Coralee had made it worse, had pushed the two of them together, had buried any hope of truly being rid of the thing that swam beneath his skin.
"Coralee."
His voice was hard.
"And Cheryl. Coralee and Cheryl and you had the nerve the absolute unmitigated damn gall to come and accuse me of being some kind of monster when faced with my ex-wife who abandoned me, and my sister who also abandoned me, and my daughter-"
He had held out hope for her.
He had worked with Coralee for her.
"Have you ever thought they might be lying to you Alex?" His voice was deadly soft, "That they might have ulterior motives against me?"
Don't do this. Let her go. For the love of God let her go. Don't pretend this will turn out well for you or for her. Azazel murmurs in his mind.
"And what - for that matter - does Cheryl fucking know?"
It had come for him. In the dark. It had come for him and she had screamed for help but had she stopped it? Had she done something? Anything?
She was a child! We've had this argument before. You could have offered her. That's a lie. You're lying.
"She's jealous. Ask her about how she tried to fight me over our father's will." Because he'd left him everything, trying to facilitate his rise to power, "Ask her about how she tried to take Charlie away from me!"
That had been an awakening moment. That had made him want to fight.
His hands grip the counter and he's not looking at her. He can't because he's quite sure that if he looked, if he met her gaze, there would be something, some sign that he was no longer wholly human.
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Coralee had both his hands, I can teach you Richard. I know you're scared but I can teach you. This is a gift...what you've become. What you've been. Don't fight it.
Don't fight it.
Had he and Azazel always been this fused? No. He was aware of himself enough to know that Coralee had made it worse, had pushed the two of them together, had buried any hope of truly being rid of the thing that swam beneath his skin.
"Coralee."
His voice was hard.
"And Cheryl. Coralee and Cheryl and you had the nerve the absolute unmitigated damn gall to come and accuse me of being some kind of monster when faced with my ex-wife who abandoned me, and my sister who also abandoned me, and my daughter-"
He had held out hope for her.
He had worked with Coralee for her.
"Have you ever thought they might be lying to you Alex?" His voice was deadly soft, "That they might have ulterior motives against me?"
Don't do this. Let her go. For the love of God let her go.
Don't pretend this will turn out well for you or for her. Azazel murmurs in his mind.
"And what - for that matter - does Cheryl fucking know?"
It had come for him. In the dark. It had come for him and she had screamed for help but had she stopped it? Had she done something? Anything?
She was a child!
We've had this argument before. You could have offered her.
That's a lie. You're lying.
"She's jealous. Ask her about how she tried to fight me over our father's will." Because he'd left him everything, trying to facilitate his rise to power, "Ask her about how she tried to take Charlie away from me!"
That had been an awakening moment. That had made him want to fight.
His hands grip the counter and he's not looking at her. He can't because he's quite sure that if he looked, if he met her gaze, there would be something, some sign that he was no longer wholly human.