Azazel stood by the lake. He took off his shoes and socks before he decided to test the waters. Slowly, he sank his toes into the lake. He expected it to be freezing cold, but it wasn't half bad.
He glanced from side to side, then hurriedly stripped off his clothing, leaving the articles at the edge of the lake.
Azazel immersed his full body in the water and bobbed his head above, allowing him to take a few deep breaths. The water was surprisingly calming. Mornings were always his favorite time to take a bath, but now that he was a demon, he felt less eager to do so, despite his improved sense of smell. Perhaps he simply went nose-blind to his own stench.
More often than not, Azazel smells pretty terrible these days. He did have a new habit of playing with zombie-like creatures, which never had the best aroma.
I didn't want a bath, but this water feels so good.
He kicked a fish.
I'll never get used to this.
The fish came back, attempting to bite his toes. He kicked at it again.
Damn fish.
Azazel never had to worry about kicking fish during his baths in the castle, so feeling fish nibbling at his toes was such an odd sensation. Every time it happened, it made his skin crawl.
"Azazel!"
Azazel perked up when he heard his name. He would recognize the voice anywhere. He glanced over to the edge of the lake, where he saw Emma waving with a huge smile on her face.
"Azzy, Granny said you stunk again!" She laughed. "Something about sharing a bed with a dead dog."
"An undead wolf," he coughed. "I was practicing."
Emma raised a brow. "Practicing...?"
Not that.
Facepalm.
"Issuing commands to the undead," he corrected her quickly. "I told it to lay down and be a good boy. I just happened to be intrigued by it. I had to pet him."
Emma paused. "That's sweet, I guess."
Emma hummed as she gathered up his clothes. She then brought them to her nose and took a deep whiff. "Gross."
Azazel turned away and hummed.
"Boyfriends are supposed to smell good," she frowned. "Not like sewage. Your clothes smell like sewage."
Azazel grinned, looking toward Emma. "Most men don't keep undead pets, either."
Emma retrieved all of the clothes and began washing them in the lake's shallow end. Every now and again, she would sniff to see if the stench was gone. Every time, she would flinch a little. It was almost as if she enjoyed the offensive smell.
She would be the type to Dutch oven someone. Hopefully, such a concept doesn't exist on Terra.
Azazel swam closer to the shore, a few feet from where Emma was washing the clothes. He playfully splashed her once, which resulted in a laugh from the half-demon woman.
"So, Emma," Azazel began. "Have you heard about Zeus' hammer?"
Emma tilted her head to the side and scratched her right temple. "It's a pretty impressive hammer. I always wondered how he got it."
"No," Azazel said, shaking his head. "I mean, yes, but he lost it, and no, don't ask him how he got it."
Emma's eyes widened. "How did he lose his hammer?"
"He thinks somebody stole it," Azazel laughed.
Emma tilted her head back, narrowing her eyes at the sky. It was as if she were deep in thought, but she wasn't. She looked toward the sky for a moment before going back to washing the clothes.
"Any ideas?" Azazel questioned.
"Granny said she sensed an intruder lately." Emma nodded.
"How the hell does she sense an intruder?" Azazel raised a brow.
"I don't know." Emma smiled. "Maybe it's because she's so old. She might have honed some secret skills over the years."
Granny: Sleuth Undercover Agent.
Azazel splashed around in the water as he watched Emma wash and hang everything to dry. Fortunately, he didn't have to borrow clothes this time because he could get them created by Felix and Oscar. The two were outstanding tailors, despite their peculiar techniques.
Emma stood at the edge of the lake, facing Azazel, with her hands on her hips. "Next time you are washing your own clothes, it's about time you make yourself useful, demon!"
She frowned and nodded as if she had just won some sort of championship.
Azazel splashed more water in her direction. "And here I thought I was useful."
Emma shook her head and grinned. "Be gone, evil demon!"
Azazel dove under the water, seemingly disappearing from her sight. As Emma looked around, the demon shot his hands out of the water. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her under the lake water.
Emma thrashed around and quickly bobbed back up to the surface. She hurriedly caught her breath. Her eyes focused on Azazel, who swam a foot away from her, flashing her a toothy grin.
"Dare to tell this demon to be gone again?" He asked, with his fangs on full display.
Emma puffed out her cheeks. "See. I called you out. You are evil."
She splashed the water rapidly in his direction, causing small currents to crash into him, but it did not denture his laughter.
"Now my clothes are all wet," she sighed.
Azazel smirked, looking straight at her. "Is that supposed to be an issue?"
Emma frowned, a soft pink flush appearing over her cheeks. She turned around, facing away from him. "I-It is! You shouldn't upset a girl."
"Okay," he laughed. "Sorry, kitten. What could I ever do to earn your trust back?"
Emma turned around in the water. She swam up next to him. With a serious stare, she looked into his eyes, tilted her head, and pointed to her neck. "Bite me. Right here."
"Oh?" Azazel pointed in her direction. "What makes you think this kitten could handle my fangs?"
Emma frowned, placing a hand on Azazel's chest. "I think this kitten can handle anything you throw at her."
"Don't tempt me," Azazel whispered as he inched closer. "I will do it."
Emma darted her eyes away, looking off into the distance. "You won't."
Azazel's grinned mischievously. "Well then, brace yourself, kitten."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, before sinking his fangs gently into her neck. Emma let out a soft gasp, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as Azazel's touch sent shivers down her spine.
I must resist sinking them further. If I pierce her skin further, I will lose all control. The demonic urges will take over.
Azazel gently grabbed the hand she had placed on his chest, pushing her away, but not before he ensured he at least got a sample of her blood on his tongue.
Sigh. I could have taken that further, but...
When he looked at Emma, he noticed her cheeks were turning into a bright, rosy flush. Azazel felt he was the real winner of the championship title.
She didn't think I would do that.
Azazel slowly licked his lips and grinned mischievously, which caused Emma to get even more flustered. She turned around and started to move away, but Azazel grabbed her by the waist, pulling her body flush against his.
"What's the matter, kitten?" He purred against her neck. He lightly brushed his fingers against the spot where he had bitten.
Emma shivered but relaxed her body. She gazed down at the water. "You did that! But you held back."
"Oh? Did you not want me to hold back?"
He softly kissed her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down to her shoulder. As he kissed along the side of her neck, Emma's body squirmed. Her reaction was going to fuel his actions further.
"Azazel," she whispered, a light moan escaping her lips.
She's enjoying this...
He slid a hand down her hip, lightly trailing his fingers down to her knee, then up her skirt to her inner thigh. His fingers traced circles against her bare skin.
"AZZY, BOY! EMMA, MY APPRENTICE!"
Both Azazel and Emma jumped at the sudden roaring voice. The demon kept one arm around Emma's waist, but his eyes widened from what he observed.
Blumbledore. His hands are high in the air. He is fully undressed. Son of a...
Azazel's eyes started to glow a deep, fiery crimson as he kept his violent gaze on Blumbledore.
There Blumbledore stood, showing off his wizardry goods for both of their viewing pleasure. He had woken up from his nap and happened to appear at the worst possible moment.
"Ah, nothing like fresh country air on my loins!" The wizard laughed before diving into the water.
It was already too late.
Emma had made a beeline out of the lake. She could be seen running back to Granny's cottage.
I'll kill the asshole!
Azazel double-facepalmed this time. He kept his face covered with both of his hands to hide the absolute rage and disgust he felt at the moment, not only from blocking his chances of getting it in but also from having to see little Blumbledore's own type of scraggly beard.
This wizard will be lucky if he doesn't end up as blood splatters on the shore.