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Oct. 6th, 2029 09:20 pmThis is Azazael, messenger of Lucifer and Standard Bearer of the King. I am out on business, probably outside the cell network. If this is urgent, try prayers, otherwise leave a message and I will speak with you when I have returned.
As a herald to the king, Azazael often wandered the Nexus to learn the locations so he could better perform his duties. There were some empty buildings at the far end of the plaza, or they had been. Now three of the store fronts had an enormous colorful banner across the front "Grand Opening".
At first he was disinterested but then he saw the vinyl words in the window.. MULTIVERSE CANDY SHOPPE. Azazael flew to the window and pressed his face to it, eyes wide as saucers. It was a grocery store sized shop with rows, miles of shelves of candy and sweets. The angel was frozen in place gawking for a time he couldn't even imagine; short, long, who knew.
It takes time to pull himself free of staring and remember he could go in and buy candy. CANDY! And inside he goes, picking up a basket and beginning to wander like a lost soul in the aisle. Could he carry one of everything? It didn't seem likely. There was too much to choose from. What was he going to do without any hint of direction?
At first he was disinterested but then he saw the vinyl words in the window.. MULTIVERSE CANDY SHOPPE. Azazael flew to the window and pressed his face to it, eyes wide as saucers. It was a grocery store sized shop with rows, miles of shelves of candy and sweets. The angel was frozen in place gawking for a time he couldn't even imagine; short, long, who knew.
It takes time to pull himself free of staring and remember he could go in and buy candy. CANDY! And inside he goes, picking up a basket and beginning to wander like a lost soul in the aisle. Could he carry one of everything? It didn't seem likely. There was too much to choose from. What was he going to do without any hint of direction?
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Nov. 9th, 2019 10:40 pmAzazael always found joy in his duties. These kind, the gifts, were always the best. The King had sent him to fetch a human who was to receive the blessing of the court. He waited patiently in the Nexus Plaza for the human he had met only recently. It occurred to Azazael as he waited that few angels in the Nexus walked with exposed wings. Maybe only those of his creation did? He was watching the people in the plaza. Palmer's shop was somewhere around, nearby but Azazael wasn't sure where. Instead of looking, he sat on one of the benches in the plaza enjoy the sunny autumn day, people watching while he waited.
