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[personal profile] the_scapegoat
He didn't understand it. One moment, he had happily been looking down at the girl and the next he had gasped in horror at the...the...thing in her mouth. His scream of pure fear was truly ear splitting, sending the girl reeling back in pain. But it was still there! Azazeal fled to the church, having with shaking hands -- and a cloth that provided a barrier between him and it -- put the monstrosity away.

His hands still shaking so much that he could barely light his cigarette, and even that unwanted reminder made him shudder. He just couldn't get rid of the complete fear even of thinking about it. It was just horrific, horrific enough that he was tempted to shed himself of this human body and revert to his demon form, but given that it truly was monstrous in that form, and he couldn't be sure that this...this phobia was only tied to human form, that fear could possibly render him completely useless.

As it was, he sat in a dark corner on one of the back pews, his legs crossed, trying to hide it from him. He had to get away from it.

Date: 2009-05-19 04:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fannyfae
It had been a long time since she had ventured into a church, but this is the one that Faelyn knew Azazeal frequented most often. She opened the doors and peered into the darkness of the old ornate sanctuary to a God she had plenty of disagreements with. She heard a slight stirring in the corner and sensed the presence of her old friend, "Azazeal," she called softly, "Is that you? Come out where I can see you. I came to see you, my friend. "

Date: 2009-05-19 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Azazeal was still shaking, trying to find reason in this sudden and irrational fear. Every time he thought of his...his... He couldn't even bear to say the word. It. Every time he though of it he would feel like screaming again. And why would he expect any comfort here?

He heard the doors open, and then her familiar voice. The fear so overrode his other senses that he failed to realize it was her until she spoke. "Faelyn?" He sighed with something close to relief. "I'm over here. I can't...I can't really move." Or rather he didn't want to. The position he found himself in made it barely felt. If he moved, that might change.

Date: 2009-05-20 02:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fannyfae
Faelyn turned toward the sound of his voice, "Are you hiding, mon ami? Why would you hide? I've never known you to be afraid of anything - and here you are cowering in a dark corner!" She walked over to him and sat nearby. Reaching out a hand she laid it on his thigh He only seemed to tremble. "What's the matter Azazeal?"

Date: 2009-05-22 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His eyes never left her as she sat close to him, and he only wished that he could stop the tremble in his body as she touched his leg. Not only was he so irrationally scared, but embarrassed too. Two traits which one would definitely not associate with him. "Zeus," he managed to hiss. "As if I don't have enough problems with Him." He pointed to the altar.

"Zeus told Hermes to smite me." He gave her a long, baleful look. "Don't laugh. I am afraid of...of..." Cringing, he pointed between his legs. "My....thing." An involuntary shiver ran through him.

Date: 2009-05-22 04:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fannyfae
She did not laugh. She did not even flinch, except to narrow her eyes slightly. "Afraid of your.....cock?" Her eyebrow arched a little and then she nodded, "Well I suppose that puts you in the club with most other beings - both male and female who have come to fear your mighty....sword, Azazeal."

This was truly rich, for she had seen the monstrosity on more than one occassion, of course, but to see Azazeal feel exactly what others had felt when beholding the Fallen One's various 'assets', it was too rich to pass up. "I do so hate to see you suffer so, Azazeal,' She said, "What can we do to allieviate your suffering? "

Date: 2009-05-22 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Azazeal managed, just barely, to hold back the scream that threatened to erupt from his lips, and he waved his hands to quieten her, although he doubted that would work much. His snarl was more to cover up his fear than anything else. "Faelyn, will you stop referring to it like that! It is totally irrational, which Zeus no doubt wanted, and He's taking pleasure in. And it's not just that one, but this one of my human form." Which while not the monstrosity of his true form, was still large.

He knew she would enjoy this far too much and take inordinate pleasure from it. "You can help keep my mind from it until this spell wears off."

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