Varia scowls at the Archangel and felt Azazel's hand grasp her arm and pulls her away. He restrains her and she walks with him with her head held low.
Fighting a Losing BattleRaphael worried they would hurt her the way they hurt him. He'd do anything to stop it.
Azazel throws Varia to the floor in a prison cell. "You should have stayed here, Songstress." He peers down at her with glowing eyes.
She looks up at him with glazed eyes. She felt something within her die this day. She could not take any more. "You have a choice. Stay here by my side. Or become Fallen. Michael will never forgive you for bringing Gabriel back."
Varia remains silent and blinks at him slowly. Her expression void of all emotion. Azazel sighs and shuts the door. "You have until tomorrow." He leaves the Angel in a cold dark place but she did not care anymore. Her light slowly fades as she lay on the floor lifeless. Raphael weeps for his beloved brother and now for his beloved Left Hand.
Tomorrow came and Azazel returned to fetch the Angel. A choice between him or going to Hell. What was the difference? Azazel opens the door to her cell. He approached her and stroked her hair back behind her ear. "Do you choose me now?" She gave him no answer. Gabriel was dead, she didn't care what happened to her anymore.
"And what happens when Michael finds out you did not kill me?" She asked him with cold eyes. Azazel smiles. "We wont be here." He then took her hand and leaned in to kiss her lips.