I didn't think I'd run into you here, old friend... - Azrael

Tid: 21:30 onsdag aften.
Sted: Kapellet i kælderen af Gaia's hospital.
Omgivelser: Hvad du nu kan forvente at finde i kapellet - døde kroppe, sterile stålborde, instrumenter til obduktioner og lignende.
Vejr: Irrelevant for Ivo, da han har været indendørs næsten hele dagen. Med udenfor småregner det og blæser en del.
Outfit: Link her

@Azrael
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Now, this had been a rather nice day so far. Ivo had been mostly left alone to do his work, only having to answer a few questions from the police as he'd investigated the crime scene with them - apparently the dead bodies were victims of muertos, but since their heads had been destroyed, they didn't rise up as new undead murder machines, like the others. So instead of running a proper case on this, the police delivered the bodies to the part of the mortuary where Ivo's part of the small lab down there, was. This was also the first time in ages he actually wore a mask and not just his gloves. Not that he really thought anything from a dead victim of a muertos would actually harm him, but better be safe than sorry.

So he'd been there for most of the day, hearing some calm violin over the small portable speaker he had in here, while dissecting the deceased woman in front of him on the steel table. Some things, he put aside for himself to study, and others, he put in small jars to send to the lab on the outskirts of town, where they were at work trying to find a cure for the virus the muertos were spreading like a wildfire. Unlike everyone else who came down here, Ivo wasn't wearing a lab coat, no, he always just wore his normal clothes down here. Yes, he'd gotten reprimands for not following the code of conduct, but really, they couldn't afford to fire him, as good as his observations and deductions always were.

Outfit

He looked up at the sky sighing *god....its one thing the fucking city has been overrun by fucking zombies....but rain really....it is totally messing with my hair....i look like a drowned rat....so, not my look*. He stepped out of the school and opened his umbrella. "it's only been maybe...probably s 100 years...since i last saw him...soooo why not...i miss making fun of him....his face looks so funny when he's mad " he mumbled to himself.

Azrael slowly made his way through Gaia, it was almost completely deserted...*wow....they did more damage than i thought.....it's like a ghost town...better get out of here.....i have seen more than my fair share of shitty horror movies to know where this is going...*. As he made his way over to the police station he couldn't help but summon a couple of donuts....people in the police force liked them right?.....


Azrael walked in all smiles and waving his hands around until he was allowed to go find Ivo....he opened the door smiling the second he saw the demon standing over a dead body looking all clever....."care for a donut old man?"

Ivo had just been keeping himself busy all night. He was the only one of the forensic team still at work, and for some reason, this very night, he was feeling just a bit nostalgic. So he'd changed the music, from his usual violin to symphonies he'd found that sort of reminded him of Egypt back in the day. It wasn't often he had his slightly sentimental days, but maybe today was one? No matter, he hadn't spoken much to people, just doing his work. There was, after all, no reason for them to take him with them to the crime scenes for the time being, as almost everything was done by the muertos. So instead they let him examine the victims and see if he could find samples of the virus to send to the lab just outside of town where the scientists were at hard work trying to find a cure.

He was carefully cutting out the heart from the dead woman, placing it in a container filled with ice as he heard that familiar voice. The flicker of a smile flittered across his lips before he looked up from his work, and of course, there he was. His one and only friend, and former Pharaoh. "Azrael." he nodded lightly at him, before he moved to the sink to take off his gloves and mask, and wash his hands, before he walked back to him, and took one of the offered donuts. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he then asked, before turning to dunk part of the donut in the mug of tea he had standing on another table, and then taking a bite of the dunked part.

He was carefully cutting out the heart from the dead woman, placing it in a container filled with ice a flicker of a smile flittered across his lips before he looked up from his work, and of course, there Azrael was. "Azrael." he nodded lightly at him, before he moved to the sink to take off his gloves and mask, and wash his hands, before he walked back to him, and took one of the offered donuts. "To what do I owe this pleasure?". Azrael looked at him with a smile of his own "you do know that not every time i come to see it's because i want something....maybe i just miss my friend"

He looked around the room and sighed "im bored....and in some sense lonely....i just....to be fair i do have friends....they are just all busy with....being in love.....and it was either you or....well....it's not like im going to find my brother and talk to him and you have always be the voice of reason...so...yea" he scratched the back of his head trying to find out why he was here....he could be anywhere in the universe...and this is the first place he came...he took a bite of one of the donut and looked down at his shoes.

"Not every time, no. But most times." There was just the hint of a smirk to be traced in Ivo's features - Azrael was probably the only one he actually made fun of like this one in a while, just the friendly nudging, nothing serious. "But do tell me. I can see something's bothering you." and as he took another few bites of the donut, he listened to his old friend, speaking about his current problems. To be completely honest, Ivo didn't get much of it. He himself had never really felt lonely, he usually enjoyed his own company more than that of others'.On some points, it was rather amazing that he'd gotten enough kids for soul demons to be an actual thing and not just.. Himself.

But he could see how it was plaguing his old friend, so he guessed he had to do something about that. Entertain him for a bit, maybe? "Well then. Sounds like you just need something to do. Anything you've wanted to do, to try, that you'd like to? Or some other place you want to see besides the others I've transported us to through the ages? You know we'll be there in an instant, just say the word." he suggested, before eating the rest of the donut. "Anything you want. We need to get that frown off of your face, it's really not that flattering a look on you."

Azrael laughed at his comment "well you are an amazing babysitter" he said with a cocky smirk, before looking at his friend...the one person who had stuck by him...and that was saying a lot...

When he was done talking he finally looked up from the packet of donuts. thank you...i know it must seem strange to you...but....Ivo...i miss him... he said looking down, the one thing he had been hiding for 4000 years....he missed his brother....even after everything he did and took...Azrael just wanted to shout at him and demand to know why he left him...why he let Azrael become what he was...he also wanted to punch him and say how much he hated him and would never forgive him..."fuck...what is wrong with me...you have always been my voice of reason...you are the only thing that stopped me from letting my powers consume me" he said looking like a lost child.

He still smiled a small smille when the words anything you want left Ivos mouth..."i am still your king old man..do not insult me...and i am very charming..." he looked around the room thinking about what he wanted to do "i want to go home..." he said in a small voice

Ivo just sighed and rolled his eyes at the witches' first remark, and instead concentrated on his donut. At least he knew that around Azrael, he wouldn't be forced to pretend to look like he cared more than he did. The witch knew, after all, just how little empathy the demon had, which did make everything easier. "So you say. And yes, of course it seems strange to me. I never liked him. Granted, there's many people I don't like, but him in particular." just how pure he had been. Urgh. Pureblooded angels - one of the worst things he knew.

"Reason, you say... Not so much. Logic is more like it. You're the one who put reason behind my logic." he calmly said, face not really showing any emotion at first, but at the end, there was just the smallest, crooked smile, only just pulling at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed another donut and ate on, eyes scanning over the dead woman he had been busy performing the autopsy on. "Home? As in back to Egypt? Been too long?" he asked, the smile a tad more pronounced. "And if so, what part of Egypt? Inside the pyramids?"

Azrael just sighed and rolled his eyes knowing full well that Ivo never like Eliyah...but then again Eliyah hated Ivo just as much, a small smile appeared on his face *they always were funny when they were in the same room...*. "I know...but...yeah....i....uhg what is wrong with me! i should hate him" he sighed looking away for a second before looking back at his old friend.

"Now that is true...im glad i have had you by my side all these years, you saved me more than once" he said a range of emotion showing on his face. "yes...Egyt.. home...i haven't been back in....64 years...with all the things going on down there....i...i didn't want to go back...i want my home....my kingdom..." a wistful look in his eyes as he remembered what Egypt was once like "pyramids....i want to visit my family one....would that be okay with you....i know im not myself these days " he waved his hand around the room before turning to Ivo. "You ready or have all these years made you week old man" he said with a wide grin on his face.

"You should." Ivo simply agreed, before finishing his donut. He really didn't see why one would still like someone after what Eliyah did, but then again, he had never felt that 'family bond' everybody else was talking about, not even to his own children. They could all go die in a ditch somewhere for all he cared, to be truthful. He didn't own empathy of any kind, and didn't believe in love, either. The people he kept around himself - like Azrael - were mainly there because he gained something from it, nothing more, and he was sure Azrael did know this by now, with how many millenia they'd known each other.

"Yeah, I can hear you aren't. Getting all sentimental all of a sudden, are we?" he lightly joked, a small smirk to be seen on his face. "And of course I'm ready. Just let me put my work away so I can continue when we get back." and so he put on gloves again before rearranging the corpse into the body bag once more, rolling the table into the morgue just two rooms over, and sliding her back into one of the capsules there, before he got rid of the gloves once more and washed his hands, all standard procedure. "Well then, take my hand." and as soon as Azrael did, Ivo closed his eyes, concentrated for a bit... And a split-second later, they had teleported from the hospital to one of the lower levels of the pyramid that had belonged to Azrael's family.

Sentimental...maybe he was...or maybe it was because of the last 3400 years he had felt like a piece of himself was missing...it was stupid and foolish...missing people...but he really was glad he still had Ivo...me sentimental! come now old man, look at who you are talking to! i simply miss him he lightly joked, a small smirk to be seen on his face. "well then lets get going!"

Azrael looked around the room impatiently bouncing on his feet waiting for Ivo to be done so they could leave. He jumped up when and took a hold of Ivo's hand. And as soon as Azrael did, Ivo closed his eyes, concentrated for a bit... And a split-second later, they had teleported from the hospital to one of the lower levels of the pyramid that had belonged to Azrael's family.

He steadied himself and put his hand on the wall"still not used to that feeling...now...lets go visit mother shall we" he smiled and started to walk down the dark corridor leading the way to his mother's chamber, he muttered a spell and a tiny flame lit the way "when we get there...i...i think im gonna speak to her...or summon her...just for a bit...the old bitch always did have a way with words...did you ever meet her? before she turned insane?" he asked and stopped outside the door that lead to her grave more or less

"You might say you aren't, but you are. Don't deny it. Missing someone is sentiment." Ivo simply said, shrugging as he got the last few things done, before he teleported them there, just a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, seeing the witch still needing to steady himself against the wall. He nodded to what Azrael said, and simply followed him, walking along the corridors. "You don't mind me making myself a bit more comfortable, do you?" he asked - more out of habit than politeness. Azrael had, after all, known him long enough to know that he preferred to be in his demonic form whenever he could, and right now - well, that was a prime moment, with only the two of them right here.

When they'd reached the door and Azrael stopped, Ivo raised an eyebrow, listening to what he had to say. "I don't believe I ever did, no. She was already mad with power." he simply said, shrugging. He had been slowly rising the ranks to later become Azrael's most trusted advisor, after all. Before that,well, his family had been high-standing, but never quite close to the Pharaoh or anyone else in the immediate family.

Azrael shrugged fine….im going soft in my old age…and I might be getting overly sentimental… he simply said as he leaned up against the wall of the tomb needing to steady himself, still feeling a little woozy. Before slowly moving down the corridors. no no no…do what you need to do…just don’t do anything weird to the dead people….. he said with a tiny smile. Azrael shock his head, after all this time…he still asked….he might not be a Pharos anymore….but it felt good to be shown respect…

When they'd reached the door and Azrael stopped, Ivo raised an eyebrow, listening to what he had to say. Azrael nodded a sad expression adorning his face I think after dad died and she became ruler…that’s where things went wrong…by Anubis…not even I should have ruled…I sucked…. he closed his eyes, sat down in front of her sarcophagus, and started to pray. He felt energy leave his body and into the ground underneath him, green lights started to dance around him and the ground was also glowing and shaking. His eyes opened and smiled well hello mother…I must say death….really is a good look on you, the rotting skin wow you look amazing

//heeeey sorry for den super lange vente tid….har haft travt og ikke haft så meget motivation til af emne, men håber det okay <3 //

A weak smile showed on Ivo’s lips as the witch finally agreed - because yes, he was going soft. At least compared to how he’d been as a Pharaoh. Ivo still resented Azrael’s brother for having crushed that empire, God or no God involved in it. It had been such a glorious empire… So many slaves he could pick souls from without anyone ever batting an eye when a worker went missing, or was found dead somewhere. It had been a little, glorious hell of their own. Having been the Pharaoh’s advisor had been the perfect position for a demon like himself. But now that time was long past, and they’d had to adjust to modern times. Sadly.

“I’m not the one doing weird stuff to dead people. That would be the necromancer whose presence I currently have the privilege of being in,” he said with a slight smirk, before sighing as he let his true form show, felt the horns and tail grow, the small spikes here and there, as his skin blotched into the various shades of grey, white and black, and his feet elongated just a little bit. Muuch better… He stretched a little, before he once more followed the witch, deeper into the burial chamber. “You didn’t. Other people just lacked the vision you had.” he simply said, before watching Azrael begin speaking to the mummy of his mother.