Azier knew what had happened. He wasn't a fool - okay maybe sometimes - but it was hard to be wrong when you heard the orders straight from the asshole's mouth.
Fuck Faust. How could someone still be loyal to his bastard brother when said brother was such a douche bag?
....He supposed everyone had to have friends, though....even assholes like Azrael. Even if they didn't deserve them.
The only thing that hadn't completely sucked in this moment was the fact they had just left his head unattended and unguarded. All they did was stuff him in a barrel like some kind of joke, which worked in his favor as he used the cover of the wood to hide the magic he used to slowly build his body back...again...
This was his least favorite thing. He either needed to get better at this, or find some woman who he wanted to be around who had the ability. Even if she were here anyway, it wouldn't matter. He'd still be on his own right now.
