On Eagle's Wings

He was practically shaking with excitement barely contained. All he wanted growing up was the chance to prove he could be the best. And here it seemed that opportunity would fall in his lap. The Abraxas empire...he had never heard of them, if he was honest. But it was at a time like this he wished he had been born into their ranks. His own name, well...Agatsuma was nothing to be proud of. He soaked in the man's words like a sponge. The weak had no room in this world. And all he had seen so far were weak creatures. Celestial was weak. And if they were weak, then he guessed that everyone else was too (then again celestial and those who lived there were the only wolves he ever knew). But this Malleus guy, if he had to judge, did not seem that way at all. "My name is Azazel A--" His mouth clicked shut. Why in the hell would he say his surname? To be honest, it held no special meaning or significance to him. His mother abandoned him. His siblings abandoned him. His pack abandoned him. And he didn't know who his father was. In essence, he was just Azazel. "Just Azazel."

Crimson gaze watched Malleus as the he walked around him. And the boy stood tall for his inspection. Of course, he most likely wouldn't reach the dark males height, but he was still large for his age. "I want to be the best. I want to be strong. The weak have no place here." He said with absoluteness. Hell, if this man told him to kill someone, Azazel probably wouldn't even question it.