Azkar was trying to pay attention to Richard but had trouble keeping her eyes open. She lay down on her side and muttered something about movies. But couldn't fight her eyelids as they closed. The legless girl lay on the couch asleep as Richard got back on the couch and covered them. Azkar wasn't awake to notice though.
Azkar opened her eyes to what must have been a dream. Her eyesight was restricted by what seemed like a helmet visor. She tried to look around but couldn't, she couldn't control her body at all, as if she was just tagging along for the ride. She tried to take in her surroundings. She was standing in a giant misty gray area, it seemed to reach on forever, with a sickening feeling in her stomach she felt like it actually did never end. The air was thick and cloudy almost, she could hear whispers from every direction, wisps and smoke poured over her constantly.
Azkar was mortified, the ghosts of children, the unborn, babies... Everywhere. That's what was blanketing every tiny space in this horrible realm. Azkar couldn't breathe as she felt the agony and despair in the air. The loss and cries of the forsaken, the abandoned. Cries for parents and loved ones seemed to echo for all eternity. Spirits desperately hunting for even a tiny flicker of warmth or compassion. Azkar tried with great difficulty to gain control of her body, but couldn't. She then began walking forward slowly, she noticed her entire body was covered in silver and white armor. Azkar felt like screaming, she just wanted to reach out and comfort them, but she couldn't. It was just like Hell, no, it was worse.
She stopped walking as a figure appeared before her from out of the terrible mist of the lost. It was tall, 12 feet tall maybe. A being in a thin black robe. It had huge glorious white wings folded behind it's back and was holding a massive scythe, taller than it was. In it's free hand it had a huge scroll, which it seemed to be reading. The being turned to face her. It's face was a skull. Azkar could feel her emotions being drained just looking at it, but she couldn't look away.
"You cannot be here. The decision has already been made" The words were Angelic, but cold, as if listening to them for too long would make your heart stop. "Limbo must be purged to maintain the balance, they cannot be moved to Heaven because they cannot be judged, they cannot be moved to Hell because they cannot be judged. Your objections are meaningless, you were already told-" Azkar cut him off, she had no control over what she was saying.
"You expect me to stand aside as trillions of innocents are annihilated, Azrael?" Her voice was rich with malice and loathing, her voice was strong and familiar, but she couldn't make out who's it was.
Azrael, the Archangel of Death, turned and faced her fully as he lowered the large scroll and placed the bottom of his scythe against the grey earth. "In time you will learn to accept such things, young one. There is nothing we can do for them, nothing we should do for them. They are doomed." Azrael turned the scroll towards her and let it unravel more. It looked like it didn't have writing, but she could feel it, the names and lives of literally countless souls rested on it's surface. "You do not have the right to know why this must be done. You do not have the right to stop it. It is already written. Your station means nothing, leave immediately."
Azrael held up the scroll and waved his scythe across it. Her heart stopped. A giant portion of the fog disappeared, leaving only emptiness. The feeling inside her... The tragedy of it all. She couldn't even comprehend it as she was forced to stare at the thing.
Azkar began to step forward, what was going to happen? What was happening? Was her body leaving?
She felt herself reach behind her back and pull off a massive bastard sword, which she felt like she recognized. "BEING FORSAKEN BY GOD IS NOT A CRIME!" she yelled at Azrael, who calmly rolled the scroll up.
"Your existence isn't necessary, this is your final warning." the skull hissed as it lent towards her. But her body responded by launching forward and snatching the scroll. In an instant she threw it against the ground and drove her sword through it. The scroll burst into golden flames.
"SACRILEGE!" Azrael boomed as he brought his scythe down, scraping it along her back and pulling her closer, she could feel it cutting into her wings... her wings? With a burst of movement she moved forward with the scythe, grabbing Azrael by his skeletal neck and parrying the scythe vertically with her sword.
"You shall be destroyed for the atrocities you have committed. Vermin." She heard herself swear with great rage.
"No, it is you who shall be punished for ruining the work of God, Azkar."
Azkar bounced up on the couch flailing her arms and legs, kicking the duvet off her and Richard. Wait... legs? Azkar stared at her legs, then noticed she was also topless. So she grabbed the duvet and covered herself so Richard couldn't see. "I don't know how I got legs again but I just had the weirdest dream."
