The elder gathered Azzrael and Zachary for a briefing on the progress of their mission within the supernatural academy. The room was adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the exploits of the Agriatta lineage, a silent testament to the weight of their family legacy.
As they exchanged information, Azzrael couldn't help but acknowledge the prowess and resilience displayed by Zachary in their undercover operation. The elder, sensing a moment of unspoken camaraderie, encouraged a candid discussion.
"Azzrael, Zachary, the task at hand is complex, and the information you bring is crucial. The demonic influence within the academy appears to be more entrenched than we initially thought," the elder stated, his eyes flickering with concern.
Zachary, his gaze unwavering, offered his insights into the arcane complexities they had uncovered. Azzrael, quietly observing his older brother's dedication and expertise, felt a surge of appreciation for the bond they shared.
In a rare moment of vulnerability, Azzrael cleared his throat and addressed Zachary, "You know, Zach, I've never been one to dole out compliments, but you're turning out to be a pretty good brother in this whole demon-hunting affair."
Zachary, caught off guard by the unexpected acknowledgment, raised an eyebrow. "High praise, coming from you, Azzrael. I could say the same. Your magical intuition and quick thinking have proven invaluable."
Later on, Azzrael found himself grappling with the persistent rumbling of his stomach. The mystical classes and demon investigations had taken a toll, and Azzrael couldn't ignore the gnawing hunger any longer.
With a theatrical groan, Azzrael flopped onto the bed in the room. "Zach, I swear, if I don't get some decent food soon, I might turn into a magical creature myself. Do they not have a magical food delivery service around here?"
Zachary, engrossed in his arcane studies, glanced up, his brow furrowed. "Azzrael, we're here on a mission to uncover demonic secrets, not to indulge in magical cuisine."
Azzrael, his stomach growling louder than ever, shot back with a smirk, "Well, if the demons want to defeat us, they just need to wait until I'm weakened by hunger. It's a foolproof plan, really."
Zachary, unamused, retorted, "Focus, Azzrael. We can't afford distractions."
Undeterred, Azzrael continued his playful banter. "And speaking of focus, Zach, when was the last time you focused on something other than ancient tomes and demonic runes? Any magical romance brewing in that stoic heart of yours?"
Zachary, caught off guard by the unexpected line of questioning, raised an eyebrow. "Azzrael, we're on a mission. Love lives are hardly relevant right now."
Azzrael, feigning offense, gasped dramatically. "Oh, come on, Zach! Even demon hunters need a little love in their lives. Maybe you should summon a date for the next magical ball."
As Azzrael continued to make light of Zachary's supposed lack of romantic endeavors, across the oceans in the Philippines, Raizel was enjoying the sun-kissed shores and vibrant island life. His days were filled with laughter, the carefree rhythm of the ocean, and the warmth of his mother's company as they managed their private resort.
Raizel, unaware of Azzrael's hunger-induced complaints and Zachary's stoic responses, reveled in the simplicity of life far removed from the supernatural complexities his lover was currently embroiled in.
CLARIFICATION:
Azzrael: Seme/Top
Raizel: Uke/Bottom
Zachary: Seme/Top