Azrael would have never made such a comment if he was in his right mind, but only time would tell if Chance would realise just how little of his stepfather as he knew him existed in that room, and as such the risk he took in attempting to handle a creature he was far too unfamiliar with and entirely unprepared to go up against if it were to get loose from the chains currently binding it.
If Chance poked too hard and didn’t buy enough time, it was increasingly likely the angel would make good on his threat, since Chance was hardly in Azrael’s good books to start with, and the creature currently staring Chance down cared even less, for Chance or the consequences of causing him harm, regardless of his potential to heal from it.
No, if anything, Azrael in his current state posed a real threat even to Chance’s life, or at least his physical state. Not to mention the wider danger of what could happen if the angel broke loose and saw the state of the world and the people in it.
“Generally speaking, I would prefer that you didn’t. Especially when we had a deal. One sealed in blood,” he pointed out, resisting the urge to make an ill timed joke. Especially when he knew Azrael hardly found him funny on a good day and this…well, this was as far from a good day as he could imagine.
Remaining as nonchalant as he could manage, he pulled out his own phone to check the time, wondering if the kid had managed to get a hold of anyone useful before shooting a text to Avalon of all people to tell her to get his son out of that house and get the cage ready. He wasn’t entirely sure if it would hold Az at all, but it was worth a shot.
“Are you done making threats? Because they’re a little tiresome and I’d really rather you not set the whole place on fire with both of us in it.”
“ I don’t know- It’s going to be hard to leave the family home behind but it’s just not safe there for us anymore.” Adam’s voice held no fear, only a slight touch of sadness. “ But there’s still hope-” He chirped up. “ There’s always somewhere we can go- a new place to retreat..” A small chuckle released- his mouth turning into a smile for a few brief moments, “ At least we have each other.”
“But I d-don’t want t-t-o move,” she protested, clearly upset over the mere idea of it all. This was her home, the only place she had ever known and anything else just seemed terrifying.
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