Where the devil hides and Angel's die

She followed him, not bothering to fight because she had given her word, and she did not hesitate because she trusted the demon to keep his as well. It was an odd thing, in her thoughts, to trust a demon. Every fae she met along the way buzzed in warning, making her heart race, but she refused to balk from the king of demons. She was by right a queen herself and she would not make any more of a fool out of herself than she already had. The flickering lights of the faeries that surrounded them made her dizzy on the stairs, making her pause for only a moment as she tried to get used to the heat of the enveloping jungles, her breaths coming in short pants as she watched the muscles of her new protector bunch as he climbed the stairs.

She could do worse, she supposed. At least he was handsome, though the slight scent of death that radiated from him did help tremendously with her attraction. It was a heady cologne she could not deny, and the male it was attached to was powerful and unafraid. To her, it was a blessing to find someone willing to show her love and give her protection, even if she wasn't sure what it would entail. When they came to the room, Aza stared at the large bed in the center, her nose twitching as the scent of so many wolves and the cloying smell of death hit her all at once. Azariah realized then what the fae had meant by their flickering warnings, she had married herself to a real demon! The witch was suddenly so pleased that she pushed her face to the ground and removed her skull mask, pushing it off with her paws as blood red gems circled the room then went back to the bed.

She gaped, then smiled, then gave an excited yip and ran to the bed of death. She ignored the pain that came with the motion, jumping up onto the bed with a pup-like enthusiasm. "Your bed is amazing! I love it!" She announced as she rolled beneath one of the many pelts on the bed, using her hind legs to push her front half along under them. So many dead things were on this bed and it made Azariah mad with happiness. The girl could hardly sit still it was too much, but finally, the ache in her body was too much and she was forced to lay beside her king. As soon as she did, the hulking brute wrapped himself so tenderly around her that she nearly cried, his body literally encompassing hers as she snuggled into his side and hid her face in the thick fur of his neck as he lay his head on hers. She couldn't hold back the flood of happy tears that streamed down her eyes, though her sobs shook her body, they were silent and she gave no other sign that she cried.

Azariah had found peace with Lucifer, a wolf who could understand her love of the dead, and who might even bring her gifts rather than tell her she was wrong to feel as she did. It was relief and happiness that made her cry, and before Lucifer got the wrong impression should he feel her sobbing, Azariah spoke in a voice thick with emotion and muffled by his fur. "I love it here!" She sobbed loudly, but only once, then she held the sounds in her throat and simply vibrated with her tears and shaking breaths.