The Asmodai: Azrail #1: No Deal

Prologue

My name is David Scott. To most I'm known as Mr. or Sir. Although I suspect I'm known as less respectful names behind my back. See, people don't particularly like me. I can't blame them. I'm ruthless. I'm cruel. I'm cold. But most of all, I'm rich. Jealousy is a powerful emotion. It drives people to many things, as does greed.

I am a powerful man. I run a successful company. The downside to this is that I have enemies. The upside to this is I have the power to "remove" them. It's nothing new. You look at any of those who are rich in the Megacity. They didn't earn all of their money legally. Take Kalt for example. Shady person. She's rarely seen on social occasions, and whatever she's doing can't be legal with all those guards of hers.

As I was saying, I'm a ruthless guy. It's been long since I had a good friend I could confide in. Now the only person I can trust is myself. I feel detached from everyone else, like they aren't real. I think all the money and isolation has deluded me. Whenever I see people now all I see are fake smiles hiding hate and hidden agendas.

One of the biggest illusions when you're a child is that when you are older you will have everything you need. Even some adults believe if they had enough money they would have everything they could ever want. This is wrong! Power is like a drug. Those who have some want more. You can never have enough money. You can never have enough possessions. You can never have enough power. And so I set my sights on a new possession. A beautiful and magnificent Chateau. Located in the mountains near Megacity. I'm sure I can "convince" its owner to part with it.

The Asmodai: Azrail #1: No Deal

Part 2

He had arranged to meet me at a Restaurant in Downtown. Very nice place. Invite only. Seemed he owned that too. I had not actually spoken to him, but rather his subordinates. I found it insulting but unsurprising. I made my way up to the desk.

"Mr. Scott here. I am expected."

"Ah, Monsieur Scott. The Merovingian is expecting you. Right this way..." I hoped this wasn't a French restaurant. I disliked French food. This man led me up to a rather large group of people, some of them looking very odd. Gothic types. This Merovingian man would undoubtedly be the man in the middle of the group in an impeccable suit. "Monsieur Scott here to see you Sir."

"Ah. Bonjour Monsieur Scott. Feel free to sit down. And help yourself to something on the table. It is all free." It was all French food.

"No thankyou, Mr. Merovingian."

"No no no. It's just Merovingian." He was wearing an arrogant smirk. "Ah. You dislike French food? I admit it's more of a refined taste." I disliked him already. He turned to the man who had brought me to the table. "Go bring Mr. Scott some of our non-French dishes. If there are none, have the chef cook him some specially." The man left. "Oh, how rude of me, this is my wife Persephone." He pointed to his left, where a beautiful woman sat. She was a brunette, wearing a red dress. And her lips were as red as strawberries. She nodded towards me, looking bored. "So what brings you here Monsieur Scott?"

"I have recently been looking for something in which to spend my extra money on. I have had my eyes on a Chateau that you own." Some food was brought to the table. The steak looked delicious. I carefully put some onto my plate and began to eat.

"I see. It's a wonderful building. Brilliant view. I must say...Monsieur Scott? Are you alright? Something wrong with the food?" He sounded concerned, but he was still smirking. I felt strange. The steak tasted nice, but I felt strange. I was unable to concentrate.

"I'm...I'm ok. The steak is fine." I was trying to look directly at him, but I could not. I was unable to look away from her...his wife. What was wrong with me?!

"Ah good. Well, back to business. I'm sorry Monsieur Scott, but the Chateau isn't for sale." I took another bite of the steak. I should have been angry. I should have tried to bargain, but I could not. I could only focus on her.

"I see...That's...That's a shame" I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him smirking too. Did he not know I was staring at his wife?

"Sir, Monsieur Wall is here to see you. Should I bring him here?" The voice was that of the man who I had first met here. I could not look at him though.

"Ah Oui. I'm sorry Monsieur Scott; it seems our meeting must end abruptly. Business, you understand?"

"Ah Ok...Thankyou and goodbye." I got up, and started to walk away. Perhaps I was walking backwards, or perhaps she was just imprinted in my head, but all I could see was her.

"Au Revoir! And have a safe journey home!" I could have sworn he laughed.

*****

I got outside. It was very dark, and I still felt strange. I wondered if I would be safe to drive. But then I saw her, in the darkness. She was wearing a red dress. Her face was covered by the shadows, but it had to be her. Why was she down here to see me though? A pale hand beckoned me to follow her. I was entranced. I could not resist. I followed her into the alleyway.

The Asmodai: Azrail #1: No Deal

Part 3

The alleyway was almost pitch black. Her face was still concealed by shadows. I continued to follow her until she stopped. She beckoned me closer with her hand. I moved forward towards her, putting my hand around her back. She was cold. I moved my face towards her lips, covered in the darkness. When I was close enough to her face to see her, I realized it wasn't her. This imposter was pale, with sharp teeth. She snarled. I tried to escape but she was too strong. She bit into my neck. Everything faded into darkness...

*****

When I awoke my hands were chained up. My feet too. I was on some kind of table. It was hard, and metal. My whole body was in pain. He room I was in was plain, but dirty, and there was a smell of blood and sweat. It was disgusting. The door in front of me opened, blinding me with the light. When I could see again, there were two silhouettes in the doorway.

"Sunjitsu, you will do it. It was I, the Merovingian who brought you to the Matrix, and you owe me." His French accent gave away his identity before he named himself. What was the Matrix?

"...Ok. But you gave your word. I am free after this, yes?" This man, Sunjitsu, sounded tense, and annoyed.

"Oui, of course. Why would I lie to you? Now go!" The sneer was evident in his voice.

The door closed, leaving a man in front of the table. He looked Oriental, with short black hair, and a goatee. He looked as tense as his voice had sounded.

"I apologize for this." He said. Before I had time to question what he was apologizing for, he delivered a hard punch to my stomach.

I wondered if anyone could hear the screams.

The Asmodai: Azrail #1: No Deal

Epilogue

I used to have everything...

Now all I have is pain. I do not know where I am, or if I will ever escape. I do not understand why this is happening to me. In between the screams, mostly my own, I hear various things which make no sense.

"Bluepill". That is what they called me. It sounded derogatory.

"Matrix". What is the Matrix? Perhaps this is where they were keeping me.

"Source". The man, Sunjitzu, who the Merovingian had commanded to beat me up had been threatened with the ‘Source' repeatedly, though I had no idea of what this was.

My whole body is racked with pain. Broken limbs. Blood everywhere.

How much lower can I fall?

What the hell? Get out of my thread you self obsessed squirrel.

lol, oranos got thread ganked by scotty

To be fair I think my reply was better.

Now hush unless it's about the original thread content.

Is this flamming abuot me?