Title: Through the Ages
Author: WhimsicallyAwkward
Rating: Teen - for violence, some language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods, or Jack, or Mimi, or anyone.
A/N: Well, this is my first chapter story in the world of Blue Bloods. It is basically going to follow Abbadon and Azrael through several of their lives. Focusing on their relationship, how Azrael feels, how Abbadon feels. Mostly how Azrael feels. It's going to go up through the days of Schuyler. The first few installments won't be very long. Short, and sweet.
She's passion, fight, death.
He's rage, and power, and destruction
She's beauty sharp as a whip, eyes cold as ice.
He's strength, fiery darkness.
.~.
She's Azrael, Angel of Death.
She's the dark between the stars -
The cold in your soul
Blood red lips whispering torment
.~.
He's Abbadon, Angel of Destruction.
He's the monster under your bed -
The fear in your heart
Bright eyes with no mercy.
.~.
Blood dries on her face -
Cracks on his sword.
Fearful eyes of enemies slain stare forevermore.
Lucifer smiles
.~.
They are the twins -
Two halves of a whole.
The dark that accompanies the light
Azrael and Abbadon -
Twins of the Apocalypse.
Azrael flashes her teeth, a terrible smile. Blood coating her teeth as surely as it coats her hands, her sword.
She is Death, but they charge heedless of it. Imbeciles. Expecting to win a fight with Death herself.
She swirls - silent and deadly - slashing down another victim with every cut of her sword.
She meets Abbadon's gaze. His eyes are cold, closed, but he flashes a wicked grin at her.
She laughs, relishing in the fight of the battle. Relishing in her fight alongside Abbadon's side. Soon, they and Lucifer would overcome the Archangels.
Abbadon is brutal. Savage and strong. An unstoppable force taking down the opposition with every movement, and Azrael feels her dark heart pound with a twisted fondness.
His wings are black, his eyes a blade of their own, cutting through souls.
If they were idiots to oppose Azrael, then they were downright senseless to fight against him.
Even Azrael fears his might - though she'd let herself be slain before she showed it.
She supposes she loves him, her cold heart beating when she saw him, growing in emotion.
Lucifer put them together. Gave her him, and gave him her, but they had always been one. Strong separately, and damn near invincible together. Twins of the Apocalypse. Lucifer's bonding of them simply wrapped their naked souls in more strings of attachment.
Azrael snarls as an opponent takes advantage of her slight distraction, sneaking in enough to slice her across her cheek. The blood drips into her mouth, tangy and bitter.
Before she can even strike back, Abbadon is there, cleaving the fool in half. His eyes are flashing dangerously, his face raging.
Azrael notices his lip is bleeding, but its more than that. He was cut from his lip to his chin, blood coating his jaw and throat.
Azrael feels fury raise inside her, and when he looks at her - eyes still flashing - she grabs him. He grins fiercely at her, and she smiles back before yanking his head towards her. Their lips meet roughly, teeth clanking together. It's nasty, and vicious - with their blood mingling together. Azrael bites his lip harshly, heedless of his injury, and he makes an angry sound deep in his chest, grabbing her harder.
Abbadon pulled away from her, his body sweeping around. His deadly sword knocking down another foe.
And Azrael - blood from enemies, and herself, and Abbadon in her mouth, on her face, and coating her teeth - swings her sword around, taking out the one who was trying to kill Abbadon from behind.
She makes a satisfied sound in her throat. She knows Abbadon could have swung around and taken care of him on his own, but he didn't. Because she was there, and he knew she would protect him. Because he trusts her. Because they belong to each other.
She doesn't know what love is exactly, but she knows she loves him.
What she also doesn't know, is that Abbadon doesn't trust her, per se. He just knows within himself that they are bound, and she would have to defend him as much as she would defend herself. It's a logical decision. A war tactic. Not an act of love, or true trust.
And that seems to be how their relationship will always be. Her, accepting him wholly. Him, accepting her because he knows he has to.
The two of them, tangled in a dance for eternity.
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A/N: Well, I hope you like. It's dark, yes, but they are dark. Especially in this time. This is of course, before they turn their backs on Lucifer. My next chapter will be posted soon.
Oh and the poem? Just something I whipped up when I was bored one night. It was my kinda-sorta-promp for the story. I had already had the idea in my head, then when I wrote the poem, it made everything click in my brain - so yeah. Anyway, don't judge it too harshly, haha. I don't know that much about being a poet.
~WhimsicallyAwkward~