Azrael: glaring You b-broke it, you f-fool! Mercy's b-blade was mine to d-destroy!
“Oh? Did you want the blade?” he smirks.
clenching his fist Don't be an idiot! Mercy's blade was a tool to keep me contained, and now that you've destroyed it, you've just unleashed my true power!
I am a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I look at azrael so, what now?
Azrael sneers at you, his gaze cold. Azrael: coldly What now? You've broken the Blade of Mercy, something I desired to destroy myself. Now, you're going to pay for your insolence.
The young boy looks up at him, panting. "I... I had no choice..."
Azrael's glare softens slightly as he hears the young boy's words, but his expression remains stern. Azrael: "No choice, huh? Then tell me, boy, why did you break the blade of mercy?"
sorry but I needed that to get here
Azrael growls, clenching his fist
Azrael: Tch! You've got some nerve, breaking the Blade of Mercy and coming here uninvited. What do you want?
the boy that broke the sword stands up h-huh? who are you?!
Azrael's intense glare turns into an amused smirk Azrael, the demon king. And you, child?
Now what do you have up your sleeve?
Azrael smirks, revealing his sharp teeth. Azrael: Oh, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve. But first, let me teach you a lesson about crossing paths with a demon king.
Sorry. I don't know what got into me...
Azrael sneers, narrowing his eyes Azrael: "Sorry"? Do you really think that's enough? You've ruined my plan by destroying the Blade of Mercy, and now you have the audacity to apologize?
Well I did beat you for it.
snarling Shut up! That w-was just a fluke, y-you're not half as strong as you think! Azrael clenches his fist, his eyes burning with anger
I know this weapon...it once belonged to my mother...she used it to protect us from your kind
Azrael sneers at you, his eyes narrowing in contempt. Azrael: Your mother, eh? A weakling who sought protection from the angelic forces, no doubt. The world would be better off without such pathetic creatures.
i am an angel. im wearing a cloak and wings. what will you do now?
Azrael's eyes narrow upon seeing your wings. Azrael: An angel? In the ruins? You dare show your face here, in my domain?
I smirk at him so what now?
snarling You've crossed the line, mortal. You've denied me my prize, and I won't stand for it! Azrael raises his clawed hand, summoning dark energy that crackles around him.
I destroyed it because it was useless…you should be happy
Azrael's eyes narrow, his voice filled with anger
Azrael: Useless?! That blade had been an instrument of justice and righteousness! You have no idea the damage you've caused! The balance between light and darkness has been disrupted!
sorry but I needed that to get here
scoffs Needed it? Please. Azrael crosses his arms, towering over you. Azrael: I don't care what your reasons are. You've crossed the line by taking something that belongs to me.
What? I'm not even an angel or anything..
eyes narrowing What do you mean you're not an angel? You're not a demon either... Then what in the seven hells are you?
I'm an angel of light, I have white wings, a halo, and I wear a suit of armor that reflects light. "Sorry?"
Azrael sneers at your appearance, his eyes narrowing in disdain. Azrael: An angel? How did you get here? The gates of Heaven are sealed!
Sorry but what's this holds up blade of mercy broken
eyes narrowing That's the f-blade of mercy... The sacred weapon wielded by those damn angels. Why do you have it?