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Post by Gummy on Jun 11, 2024 15:23:04 GMT -7
((NOTE: This is a past thread))
Kurt sat on the cold bed waiting for whatever would happen next. He had woken stiff and slightly cold despite the warmth of the dimension. His room wasn't very big with only enough room to stand up in. He knew the Bamfs were having it rougher being kept in cages but he had no choice but to stay. For their sake he needed to stay. The previous few days ... if it had been that long had not been pleasant. He couldn't remember much of them only that he didn't enjoy it. The fact he couldn't remember also annoyed him for he really wanted to know what had happened and why his hand was sore. Had he done something to it?
Moving to the ceiling he sat there looking at the room from a different direction. It didn't make things seem any better. That was when the door opened and a red Bamf looked up at him. Kurt got down with a simple flip and started to follow. If he had known what he had gone through he wouldn't have followed so easily. It was then that he realised how hungry and slightly weak he felt. Why couldn't he remember?
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Post by John Kilroy on Sept 18, 2024 23:21:06 GMT -7
Azazel gazed at Kurt though one of his Seeing Stones, he was not ready to make an appearance in front of his son just yet, better to sort og...ease him into it. but he could see just how uncomfortable his son was. His Amnesia most likely did not help manners, again all the more reason for Azazel not to make an appearance just yet, but it would not stop him from making his son a bit more comfortable. Treat him with the luxery a prince of the Island of Demons truly deserved. So he sent the Red Bamf over to escort his son to a better room. The little imp like creature was quick in his duty. "Master has told me to escort you to a proper room. Come, come." The red Bamf escorted him to the room propper. it was a luxurious gothic bedroom fit for a prince with purple velvet sheets, and a coxy fire place. Hopefully, Kurt would find this place more comfortable.
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Post by Gummy on Sept 19, 2024 4:54:16 GMT -7
Kurt was stunned to see a creature appear. It looked familiar but who was this master. Did he know who the master was as well? When he entered the room his jaw dropped. The warmth of the room felt good but part of him thought it was a trap.
"Whose Master? Do I know you?"
He looked around feeling the fabric and warming his hands on the fire. He thought as he looked at his hands and then back at the Bamf that they looked similar. A bathing gown of silk hung neatly on a door and he grabbed it to help warm himself. He sat on a chair and looked at the room again. He felt so tired so got up and laid on the bed. He looked back at the Bamf.
"Thank you. Is there anything to drink? Thank Master for me please?"
Where all the manners came from he didn't know but in his mind something was trying to warn him but there was nothing there that could harm him! Was there?
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Post by John Kilroy on Sept 19, 2024 12:35:24 GMT -7
The Bamf raised it's eyebrow a little bit shocked at Kurt's non-salience though it was too fearful to utter the name of its master, that was one of the things that about the bamfs that worked with Azazel. They were minions and they tended to behave as such.
"...grandpa?" the red Bamf said. not sure how else to say without uttering his master's name. Azazel in the meantime just kept observing his son. He was still too uncomfortable to reveal himself just yet. He didn't know where this fear was coming from to be truthful, He was an archfiend, a man the Hebrews referred to as the great enemy. Once he and his people were free from this brimstone prison, he would be able to bring the earth to its knees, with his son Ruiling by his side as an equal...so why was he afraid?
Instead of making an appearance, Azazel sent more red bamfs with silver platers that had various luxury food and drink for his son to eat. Pasteris, roast chicken, fine grape wine pasta's whatever Kurt might have desired for food, his father was more than willing to provide.
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Post by Gummy on Sept 19, 2024 12:54:23 GMT -7
Kurt raised an eyebrow to the Bamf and thought for a moment at the little red creature but when more appeared he frowned but the hunger and thirst was niggling. Moving to a table he looked at it all and felt that something should be said. Then instinct took over and he reached out for a piece of chicken, pasta, red wine. He put all he wanted onto a plate and looked down at the creatures.
"Thank you. Do you want some?"
He indicated the food and looked down at his hands. The fork was half way to his mouth as he looked at it and turned it. A piece of pasta sauce landed on his hand and he startled for a moment before licking it off. It made him look even more like them. If their master was grandpa then could he also be a descendant? Picking up the fork again she continued to eat pondering what he had learned.
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Post by John Kilroy on Sept 19, 2024 21:51:58 GMT -7
"You do realize. You have to talk to him eventually." Calcabrina said crossing her arms.
"Just give him time. He still needs to settle in. Just a bit of time to adjust."
"You sound like you are a bit nervous." His right hand witch said with a grin.
"Why would I NOT be a little cautious. He is a devout Catholic, and I am what to many...the devil. I think I would have reason to be."
"So what will you do?"
"I'm going to give him a bit more time. Let the boy enjoy himself for just a bit longer."
The Bamf took the food and began to eat. He never got to taste food this good before. "Thank you." it said Softley. It continued to eat what Nightcrawler had offered it.
"Master says if you want anything else, just let us know. We offer you whatever you want."
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Post by Gummy on Sept 20, 2024 12:49:19 GMT -7
Kurt nodded to the Bamf but after eating his full he moved over to the bed and curled up. He didn't put the blanket over him just yet but just laid there. Was there anything he wanted.... no not really. For now he just wanted to sleep and that's what he did. His dreams were of old memories that would flit in and flit out. A time in a circus flying through the air and feeling the joy and freedom that involved. The monastery where he sheltered and prayed for forgiveness. Why did he need forgiveness? A man with a visor shooting at something, that felt comforting but also seemed like a nightmare. A woman who he knew was called Jean, so special in so many ways but there was also sadness linked to it.
Then there was peace... but he was restless... a hood blocked some of his vision but he could see things far below and he wanted to be there to help. He couldn't. Then he had that dream like his was falling. He was a peace with the fall but the jolt of landing woke him up. Sitting upright he looked around in a panic where was he?
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Post by John Kilroy on Oct 15, 2024 11:15:01 GMT -7
“Quit stalling, Calcabrina said with a smirk. “I’m not stalling.”
“You ARE stalling. “I’m just…readying myself.
Calcabrina chuckled. “Well my lord, I have found that sometimes the best way to help people learn to swim is to toss them in the lake.” Azazel eyes widened as he realized what she was implying. However before he could fully muster a protest Calcabrina teleported into him the room that Kurt was staying in. “OH I CAN’T BE…HOLD!!” Azazel shouted mide sentence as he tried to recover from his haphazard teleport. ….I AM AZAZEL!!! I AM THE ACCUSER!!! I AM THE DEVIL!!! I AM THE LORD OF LA ISLA DES DEMANOS!!!! ALL MY ENIMIES SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE ME!!! ALL OTHERS SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!!"
As the fire died down and the show of bravado ended. The Father got to look at the son, and a smile came over him as he was overjoyed. When he opened his mouth he was hundreds of time more meek than he was mere moments ago. "L-Look at you.. Y-you've grown. I mean. I've been watching you this entire time, but...to see it in front of my own eyes just...wow."
Azazel embraced Kurt with a joyous hug. "You know not how long I have looked forward to this day...my son."
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Post by Gummy on Oct 15, 2024 15:18:44 GMT -7
Kurt already panicked backed away when Azazel shouted at him. He tried to move as far back on the bed as he could. The air felt hot and he felt dizzy. Looking around he tried to figure out where he was again. Then the atmosphere literally changed. The fire calmed reducing the heat drastically and the demon started talk... no stuttering and everything suddenly clicked back into an order. He relaxed but then he was suddenly embraced. What the? Some of the memories which had been stripped flashed in his mind. He blinked a few times trying to figure it all out whilst the tension relaxed over his body.
"You're ? ... me ?.... no....."
Kurt shook his head now trying to get out of the embrace.
"Why have you brought me here? What's going on? You're a demon... I'm the son of a demon? Does that make me a demon?"
The whole idea seemed to grate again who he truly was as again he tried to get out of Azazel's hug.
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