Post by John Kilroy on Jun 11, 2024 14:18:45 GMT -7
Azazel perched on one of the gargoyles of Notre Dame. He was sweating, that seemed to be more of a common occurrence as of late. He had probably sweated more these past few months than he had in the past several thousand years. The last time he had seen the Queen of the Angels was when he followed Nightcrawler into New Jerusalem and staked his claim on Kurt’s soul.
Now he found himself doing something he never imagined. He was seeking an audience with said archangel. Did he ever imagine he'd get to this point? No, but for the sake of his son he'd do what he must, an atonement for all oaths he made Kurt suffer through.
Suddenly there was a heavily glow that filled the courtyard
As he waited he saw a bright and holy light, its brightness was that of a thousand suns. Azazel covered his eyes as not to be blinded and then proceeded to BAMF to the courtyard below.
“Hail, Esther ,Hadassah, former Queen of Persia and Medes, now Queen of the Angels, chief amongst the Archangels and leader of the armies of New Jerusalem. May the glory of the God of Jacob whom you worship and serve shine for all time and time after.”
Esther raised her hand and Azazel fell silent.
“You may cease with the flattery Azazel. I have not the patience for your forked silver tongue. You have asked for an audience with me and New Jerusalem obliges you for we come with an ultimatum.”
Azazel knew what she was about to say but still he would hear this ultimatum from heaven for confirmation.
“Speak Queen of Angels.”
Esther got nose to nose with Azazel. In life as a mortal woman she was a petite woman, barely 5ft in stature with hair of Raven Black, skin of Olive tone and eyes of emerald green. In her heavenly form she had kept her skin tone and eye color and raven black hair, but her stature now resembled what her spirit was in life, both were sturdy and larger than life, standing head and shoulders above most men. Between that and her now nearly 2500 years of combat experience, there was a reason why she was second only to her lieges in terms of power and authority. In truth she intimidated Azazel. As she stood she spread her wings, her span reaching 10 cubix giving her already impressive stature a powerful inhuman appearance.
“Renounce your claim on the soul of Kurt Wagner. He may be your son, but he is one our sheep, and you had no right to force him out of heaven against his will as you did. Know that we will not let that happen again. So I give you this warning once and once only. If you do not renounce your claim, if you try to drag him back into your realm and we so much as hear a whimper of distress, I will lead a legion of 10,000 to destroy Islas de Demonas so thoroughly not even the smallest stone shall remain upright nor shall a single piece of Neyaphem bone remain in tact. Your fate shall be as the Sodomites and the Canaanites before you.”
Azazel could not help but smirk. “So, you would destroy a kingdom so utterly for the sake of retrieving back one measly soul?”
“To save one of our lost sheep, an Edenite? I would do so without hesitation.” Esther declared.
Azazel grinned and spoke something that would leave the Queen of the Angels shocked. “Good.”
“Good? What are you playing at Azazel?”
“I'm not. My son has served your leiges faithfully, he dedicated his life to studying even going as far as to study belief that go against the traditions he's been raised with from birth so that he could know your King's will more completely. I would hope that such a king would care for his own faithful."
In truth Azazel already knew all this and he had with such knowledge. He had witnessed first hand to what lengths the Angels would go to save the followers of the Hebrew and Christian God. He had witnessed once proud cities and nations become smoking craters that were lost to time thanks to the raw power and through work of the Heavenly Host. Still though it was a comfort to hear it come "Straight from the Horses Mouth" as mortals would say. Still his remarks did not seem to impress the Queen of the Angels.
“That's rich coming from you Azazel.” Esther retorted. “you speak of caring yet your heart is as stone. Your son found peace and contentment in New Jerusalem, he wanted to stay and yet you invaded our lands and used your accursed powers to drag him away even as he pleased for mercy. Kurt's name is written in our ledger and he IS a citizen of New Jerusalem and Eden whether you like it or not and only Kurt can change that, not you! You had no right to do what you did. The Archfiends may consider your claim legitimate but we don't, and trust me when I say we are prepared to fight back.”
Azazel simply nodded. “Well, you may rest easy. I will not dispute.”
Esther raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
“You're right. I had no right to drag my son out of paradise against his will. I had falsely believed that my beloved Mystique was dead, then I was left greaving the loss of my true firstborn. I was angry at the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and angry at the heavenly host.
When my people were forced into the Brimstone Dimension by the Cheyarafim and nearly faced genocide at the hands of these false angels, all I heard from your God was silence, when mankind Including my own people faced enslavement at the hands of Apocalypse and his ilk, again I only heard silence, so yes I became at emity with your God. I spoke in the ears of the leaders of the tribes and nations that became the enemies of Israel. The Egyptians, the The Canaanites, the Perizzites, the Jebusites and others. It is no surprise that I became such a feared Archfiend in my own right.
The only two good things to come out of my life were Mystique and Kurt. Mystique I had mistakenly believed was murdered shortly after giving birth to our child. Which left me with only my son…and then it seemed God saw fit to take him away too, to cut his life short before he could truly reach his full potential. So I took him back…but I was wrong.”
Esther’s eyes widened. Azazel in the meantime gave another smirk.
“You heard me. I thought that my son would never reach his full potential as a man so long as he was under your yolk. I thought he was destined to follow my footsteps and be my successor…but that is not his path. He is a better man than I will ever be…if there is anyone that is holding him back…it is me.’
Esther just sat in silence for a few good seconds. This was not at all how she expected this meeting to go down. For the longest time she had simply dismissed Azazel as just another Archfiend, a wicked being of the same ilk as Lucifer and Mephisto…and yet as she heard his story, for the first time in her life she felt pity for him.
Contrary to what Azazel May have thought, he wasn't special. Many of the Prophets of Israel and Disciples of Christ had moments where they had fallen, Israel itself had moments all throughout history where the majority of the nation was at odds with its High King, Yet even during the Age of The Old Law God was patient both with his chosen AND his enemies, upon the birth of Christ and the creation of the New Covenant that patience increased even more so, sometimes to the frustrations of the Heavenly Host.
“Why did you seek me out Azazel of The Brimstone Hell? if not to dispute your son's right to live in the Paradise of Eden, then what is your purpose in seeking an audience with me?”
At this point her tone was much softer. She did not speak in a condescending manner as she had earlier. It had been replaced with genuine confusion and dare she say it curiosity. This was out of character for him, yet despite a through search within his heart she found no attempts at deception.
Azazel sighed. “Because my son is sick, in body and in spirit. I fear my sins have broken him. He needs healing, healing that neither I nor Mystique can give him.”
“So you wish for an angel to comfort him, for me to comfort him.”
Azazel nodded. “I have no right to ask this of you I KNOW THAT. But my son needs to know that he has a father that still cares for him, a father that has not broken and abandoned him as I have.”
Azazel lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth. Though, Esther could see there was a pleading look of in his eyes...a humble spirit.
“Please I'm not asking this with the Bravado of a Archfiend, but the humility and desperation of an undeserving father.”
Azazel looked at the Queen of Angels only to be met with a stoic expression. She simply crossed her arms and asked a single question
“Where is Kurt now?”
TO BE CONTINUED
Note: I have no idea why Esther is an archangel in the comics let alone one of the strongest but yes that is a thing in the marvel universe. THIS IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION AND MYTH AND IS NOT TO BE TAKEN AS CANON OR EVEN APOCRYPHA. IT'S IN THE SAME SPHERE AS GHOST RIDER AND THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA.
Now he found himself doing something he never imagined. He was seeking an audience with said archangel. Did he ever imagine he'd get to this point? No, but for the sake of his son he'd do what he must, an atonement for all oaths he made Kurt suffer through.
Suddenly there was a heavily glow that filled the courtyard
As he waited he saw a bright and holy light, its brightness was that of a thousand suns. Azazel covered his eyes as not to be blinded and then proceeded to BAMF to the courtyard below.
“Hail, Esther ,Hadassah, former Queen of Persia and Medes, now Queen of the Angels, chief amongst the Archangels and leader of the armies of New Jerusalem. May the glory of the God of Jacob whom you worship and serve shine for all time and time after.”
Esther raised her hand and Azazel fell silent.
“You may cease with the flattery Azazel. I have not the patience for your forked silver tongue. You have asked for an audience with me and New Jerusalem obliges you for we come with an ultimatum.”
Azazel knew what she was about to say but still he would hear this ultimatum from heaven for confirmation.
“Speak Queen of Angels.”
Esther got nose to nose with Azazel. In life as a mortal woman she was a petite woman, barely 5ft in stature with hair of Raven Black, skin of Olive tone and eyes of emerald green. In her heavenly form she had kept her skin tone and eye color and raven black hair, but her stature now resembled what her spirit was in life, both were sturdy and larger than life, standing head and shoulders above most men. Between that and her now nearly 2500 years of combat experience, there was a reason why she was second only to her lieges in terms of power and authority. In truth she intimidated Azazel. As she stood she spread her wings, her span reaching 10 cubix giving her already impressive stature a powerful inhuman appearance.
“Renounce your claim on the soul of Kurt Wagner. He may be your son, but he is one our sheep, and you had no right to force him out of heaven against his will as you did. Know that we will not let that happen again. So I give you this warning once and once only. If you do not renounce your claim, if you try to drag him back into your realm and we so much as hear a whimper of distress, I will lead a legion of 10,000 to destroy Islas de Demonas so thoroughly not even the smallest stone shall remain upright nor shall a single piece of Neyaphem bone remain in tact. Your fate shall be as the Sodomites and the Canaanites before you.”
Azazel could not help but smirk. “So, you would destroy a kingdom so utterly for the sake of retrieving back one measly soul?”
“To save one of our lost sheep, an Edenite? I would do so without hesitation.” Esther declared.
Azazel grinned and spoke something that would leave the Queen of the Angels shocked. “Good.”
“Good? What are you playing at Azazel?”
“I'm not. My son has served your leiges faithfully, he dedicated his life to studying even going as far as to study belief that go against the traditions he's been raised with from birth so that he could know your King's will more completely. I would hope that such a king would care for his own faithful."
In truth Azazel already knew all this and he had with such knowledge. He had witnessed first hand to what lengths the Angels would go to save the followers of the Hebrew and Christian God. He had witnessed once proud cities and nations become smoking craters that were lost to time thanks to the raw power and through work of the Heavenly Host. Still though it was a comfort to hear it come "Straight from the Horses Mouth" as mortals would say. Still his remarks did not seem to impress the Queen of the Angels.
“That's rich coming from you Azazel.” Esther retorted. “you speak of caring yet your heart is as stone. Your son found peace and contentment in New Jerusalem, he wanted to stay and yet you invaded our lands and used your accursed powers to drag him away even as he pleased for mercy. Kurt's name is written in our ledger and he IS a citizen of New Jerusalem and Eden whether you like it or not and only Kurt can change that, not you! You had no right to do what you did. The Archfiends may consider your claim legitimate but we don't, and trust me when I say we are prepared to fight back.”
Azazel simply nodded. “Well, you may rest easy. I will not dispute.”
Esther raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
“You're right. I had no right to drag my son out of paradise against his will. I had falsely believed that my beloved Mystique was dead, then I was left greaving the loss of my true firstborn. I was angry at the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and angry at the heavenly host.
When my people were forced into the Brimstone Dimension by the Cheyarafim and nearly faced genocide at the hands of these false angels, all I heard from your God was silence, when mankind Including my own people faced enslavement at the hands of Apocalypse and his ilk, again I only heard silence, so yes I became at emity with your God. I spoke in the ears of the leaders of the tribes and nations that became the enemies of Israel. The Egyptians, the The Canaanites, the Perizzites, the Jebusites and others. It is no surprise that I became such a feared Archfiend in my own right.
The only two good things to come out of my life were Mystique and Kurt. Mystique I had mistakenly believed was murdered shortly after giving birth to our child. Which left me with only my son…and then it seemed God saw fit to take him away too, to cut his life short before he could truly reach his full potential. So I took him back…but I was wrong.”
Esther’s eyes widened. Azazel in the meantime gave another smirk.
“You heard me. I thought that my son would never reach his full potential as a man so long as he was under your yolk. I thought he was destined to follow my footsteps and be my successor…but that is not his path. He is a better man than I will ever be…if there is anyone that is holding him back…it is me.’
Esther just sat in silence for a few good seconds. This was not at all how she expected this meeting to go down. For the longest time she had simply dismissed Azazel as just another Archfiend, a wicked being of the same ilk as Lucifer and Mephisto…and yet as she heard his story, for the first time in her life she felt pity for him.
Contrary to what Azazel May have thought, he wasn't special. Many of the Prophets of Israel and Disciples of Christ had moments where they had fallen, Israel itself had moments all throughout history where the majority of the nation was at odds with its High King, Yet even during the Age of The Old Law God was patient both with his chosen AND his enemies, upon the birth of Christ and the creation of the New Covenant that patience increased even more so, sometimes to the frustrations of the Heavenly Host.
“Why did you seek me out Azazel of The Brimstone Hell? if not to dispute your son's right to live in the Paradise of Eden, then what is your purpose in seeking an audience with me?”
At this point her tone was much softer. She did not speak in a condescending manner as she had earlier. It had been replaced with genuine confusion and dare she say it curiosity. This was out of character for him, yet despite a through search within his heart she found no attempts at deception.
Azazel sighed. “Because my son is sick, in body and in spirit. I fear my sins have broken him. He needs healing, healing that neither I nor Mystique can give him.”
“So you wish for an angel to comfort him, for me to comfort him.”
Azazel nodded. “I have no right to ask this of you I KNOW THAT. But my son needs to know that he has a father that still cares for him, a father that has not broken and abandoned him as I have.”
Azazel lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth. Though, Esther could see there was a pleading look of in his eyes...a humble spirit.
“Please I'm not asking this with the Bravado of a Archfiend, but the humility and desperation of an undeserving father.”
Azazel looked at the Queen of Angels only to be met with a stoic expression. She simply crossed her arms and asked a single question
“Where is Kurt now?”
TO BE CONTINUED
Note: I have no idea why Esther is an archangel in the comics let alone one of the strongest but yes that is a thing in the marvel universe. THIS IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION AND MYTH AND IS NOT TO BE TAKEN AS CANON OR EVEN APOCRYPHA. IT'S IN THE SAME SPHERE AS GHOST RIDER AND THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA.
