That scares Azazel. It's on the tip of his tongue to correct her I'm Richard but no. He's Azazel. He's better. He is a general. A prince. A king in the making and...and...
"They belonged to my - to Richard's sister." the demon grimaces. His chest hurts. Seeing her angry is upsetting. Richard did that. Richard was touched by Alex's rages. He wanted to see her passionate and happy.
Why is this bothering him?
"...I would like you to come with me to Geneva." the thing wearing Richard's skin tugs at his suit in what might be a painfully familiar gesture, "The clothes upstairs belong to m-Richard's sister."
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That scares Azazel. It's on the tip of his tongue to correct her I'm Richard but no. He's Azazel. He's better. He is a general. A prince. A king in the making and...and...
"They belonged to my - to Richard's sister." the demon grimaces. His chest hurts. Seeing her angry is upsetting. Richard did that. Richard was touched by Alex's rages. He wanted to see her passionate and happy.
Why is this bothering him?
"...I would like you to come with me to Geneva." the thing wearing Richard's skin tugs at his suit in what might be a painfully familiar gesture, "The clothes upstairs belong to m-Richard's sister."