Going Under; Az

[Cian Lawrence]

It was fucking torture.

Losing control odf his body... Cian could barely take it. He couldn't even enjoy these few moment he had when he commandeered his own self again because he knew it would be brief, knew he would fall back into the subserviant role. With Az playing dominance. Cian fucking swore the moment he got out Az out of his body, he was going to destroy that demon.

Currently, the Irishman was sitting on his bed, fists curled at his legs, trying desperately to keep sane, keep hold of his own mind. Which was...heartbreaking. The only time he had with himself had to be spent concentrating to stay that way. He wanted to call Emma over, so she could be with him for this respite but he knew she wouldn't come. He had told her not to, no matter how much he begged. Because if it was Az playing tricks, he couldn't bare the thought of hurting his wife.

He had been good so far. Keeping enough energy and pure adrenaline stored up so that he could give the jerk if it ever got close to endangering Emma. The kids were with Colette, thank God. Most likely Andrua and Benson watching over them. It had been fucking hard as hell to watch them go, to know that he was the reason for the separation. And if it got much longer... Cian wouldn't be able to stand it. He would have to do something about this situation... Do something, meaning... Kill himself. He would do it. He could do it, he knew.

He couldn't allow this to go on any further.

Something trembled within him and he let out something like a growl, face tensing as he fought to keep himself there; keep himself on the outside. His fingernails bit into his palms, drawing blood. One hand came up, gripping harshly in his hair, blood staining strands. His entire body trembled with the effort and it was only that more desperate as he knew it would come to an end. He would run out, would lose hold and he would be back.

[Azrael]

Things were not going as planned. Azrael was worried, actually worried. Cian was burning out quicker than he had expected; and while it was nice being in control most of the time, this all seemed too easy. The man didn't put up as much of a fight as Saikoro had before. Funny, Azrael often found himself comparing Saikoro to Cian. They had both had to fight for the same reason, and they had both had to distance themselves from the ones they loved. However, Saikoro had not come to the conclusion of killing himself like Azrael often heard Cian contemplate.

You'd really do that? All for me? Oh Cian, I'm flattered! Azrael had enjoyed teasing this man, driving him insane; it was all good fun for him. To be truthful, this evil was rather annoyed with the way things had been going. Emma had refused to kill Saikoro, or even tell him where he was hiding. It was getting to the point where Azrael had to take matters into his own hands, so, he intended to speak to Cian.

It wasn't difficult for him to gain control, in fact, it had become as easy as walking to the bathroom. "Cian.....your company has proved most entertaining but I have a complaint. I need Saikoro dead....or Bellatrix's amulet. You help me, I'll leave you and find another host body...or I shall recreate my own from the powers of the amulet. If you don't...well...we can just wait until you kill yourself and I'll take your body for my own. Which will it be?"

[Cian Lawrence]

Fuck, the only relief Cian had was that he still had some semblance of himself. That he hadn't completely turned himself over to the evil festering in his cavity of a body. He could still stop it from hurting the ones he loved. He would keep fighting. He wouldn't just succumb to the parasite, as Sai had. He wouldn't let this lurking entity corrupt him to the point of hurting Emma. He would leave no scars, no marks, no names on his wife.

And if it ever got near that, to that point, he would take his own life. Rid the world of this tainted body and his family from the poison of Azrael. Not for "him," as the egomaniacal bastard inside him seemed to think. But for his family. To keep them safe. To ensure that was never the cause of their pain and strife.

He barely listened as Azrael rambled on about some amulet and some murder and Sai and who the fuck cared? "Piss off," he was just able to make pass his lips. At this point he was just acting as a guardian for his family. Ensure that the body that was once his wouldn't do any harm. And he was doing that job. Even if it took him to his last breath. Even then, with his last breath, he would make sure to rend the life from this body and keep it from reentering ever again.

[Azrael]

Of course, that was all the man could say. This conversation was useless. This Cian was useless. How could anyone get anything if he wasn't willing to cooperate. "No. I shall remain here I suppose, being you are too stubborn to negotiate. We could settle this nicely or you could die and I'll keep your body...and they'd never even notice you were really gone." He explained coolly.

At least Azrael was willing to make a deal. He just needed Cian to choose a path. That was it. Why was that so difficult? Why did he have to be so difficult? Azrael's patience was quickly growing short.

[Cian Lawrence]

He would never get his body. Cian would be sure of that. And why the fuck would he cooperate with this fucker who stole his life from him? He wasn't going to help Azrael do anything except to an early grave. His conscience raged within him, shaking walls like a contained earthquake.

He wanted his life back. He wanted his kids, his wife, his job, his friends, his dog, his hats, his clothes, all the little things that made his life his, all that Azrael had taken away. Even in only his mind he was getting heated up via pyrokinesis.

He was going mad in this prison. And if it didn't come to ends soon, something was going to have to be done. Something drastic.

[Azrael]

Azrael gave up. This wasn't any use anymore. This man was useless and his body was no better. "Fine then....have it your way." He hissed before thinking hard. He thought of hell....nothing but hell. Azrael wondered if he could actually do this with this particular body. After all, it was not half made from that place. There wasn't a prominent connection. But he would try.

It took a large amount of Azrael's power to grip the body long enough to drag it down with his soul. But it wasn't long before he was looking upon the dark corridors and Gothic detail sculptures of his beloved home. It was Hell. Finally he had managed to get back. Now, he just needed to find where Bella had been imprisoned here and then it'd be easy to snatch the necklace from her.

[Cian Lawrence]

It was as if everything inside him was being torn apart and then squeezed through a miniscule hole. His entire being went numb and if he had any connection to his body, he would have clenched his teeth. His consciousness screamed with the agony of being torn from one plane and then getting dropped haphazardly into another.

And then they were there. They were in some other... Hell. Fuck it all, they were in Hell. Cian jerked violently, tossing his body back a few steps. It was pure petulance and worthless at that but still. What the fuck did he think he was doing taking his body to fucking Hell?

He needed to get back. He couldn't be here. After hearing everything that Dean had told him... He couldn't be here. He needed to be back, with Emma. He needed.... Fucking... Hell.

[Colleen]

Attempting Fate

She was shopping, actually. Getting food so Andrua and Benson wouldn't have to feed the kids their own supply of food. She knew those two well, they certainly could eat. Walking down the street, something odd washed over her.

It was this feeling, deep inside the pit of her being. Something was wrong. She stood there, in the middle of a busy sidewalk and furrowed her brows. The moment her eyes closed, she saw Cian. Immediantly she knew, he was in trouble. Orbing to the house, she walked through, calling his name out in every room. She had all but forgotten about the groceries that were now just thrown on the floor. "Damn it, Cian." She cursed, and quickly flinched for doing so. "Forgive me, Omni." She muttered softly.

Closing her eyes again, she tried to gain a location of his whereabouts. What she found, was a faint feeling that he wasn't on Earth. And at that point, time seemed to just stop for her. He's not dead. I would know if he was dead. I would feel it... He's not dead... Despite telling herself this, tears welled in her eyes. She concentrated as hard as she possibly could, finding a small piece of him she could grasp onto and orbed.

Landing, she looked around; and what she saw nearly gave her an anxiety attack. This was hell. She wasn't... she didn't... She was in so much trouble... But this is where Cian was? She could feel it, that feeling she had was growing stronger and stronger. "Cian!" She shouted out in a whispered tone.

If she were to get caught.... there would be no hesitation in any demon to take her captive. Anger and something close to heartache hit her like a ton of bricks. Running a hand through her hair she looked around before running down a corridor.

Stopping abruptly, she saw someone standing a foot in-front of her. It took only a moment to realize it was Cian. "Cian!" She ran towards him, grabbing his hand. "We have to get out of here. Now." She said frantically as she pulled him along.

Turning a corridor, Colleen bumped into something rather large and firm. The force was so brutal, it knocked her backwards and onto the floor. The large man turned, eyes shining a dark red as a sinister smirk spread across his lips. "Well, lookit what we have here."

Colleen's eyes widened. Omni... She prayed. Please help me...

[Azrael]

Damn. What did this woman think she was doing?! Azrael was quite peeved and it took him a moment before he was able to control the man again. Finally, he gained it and then stared into the face of who the idiot girl had ran into. "So.....you must be....one of Sylar's minions, am I correct?" He said as he stared at the man. Azrael shoved the girl from his arm and then stood up a bit straighter. "I'm looking to speak to him. Where is he?"

[Cian Lawrence]

Colleen?! What the hell? Was she trying to get herself killed? Again! He wanted to give her some kind of warning, something to let her know that bad things were happening. What the hell was she even doing in Hell? Was she allowed there? They would be on her like... Well, like demons on an angel in Hell.

And then they were ramming into a demon and holy fuck. Talk about a journey going all wrong... Cian was nearly (note the bold, underscore, italic, astericked, pedestalled modification of the world "nearly") thankful that Azrael was in him. He could at least garner some sort of respect from the Underworld creatures. Cian hoped. Maybe. Honestly, he had no fucking clue what was going on and all he knew was that he wanted to get OUT of there as soon as possible, with Colleen, and get back to Emma. Back to Emma. Back to Emma and Oliver and Maura.

Tensed, waiting for a reply, waiting for this to move along so that it could eventually end. So that he could eventually be free from all this.

[Colleen]

"So.....you must be....one of Sylar's minions, am I correct?"

The words flew from Cian's mouth. But she knew they weren't his. Shock registered on her face when she realized she really had fucked up big time. Brows furrowed as Azrael pushed her aside and talked to the man. "That's right." The demon bellowed loudly, arms crossed over his chest.

Slowly, Colleen drew to her feet, looking from Cian--Azrael to the demon and back again. This isn't good. Omni... Castiel... Michael... Someone. She closed her eyes a moment. Please help us.

"I'm looking to speak to him. Where is he?"

So this is what he was after? Sylar? Swallowing roughly, she looked down at her hands. She had only one power that could be used offensively. She just hoped it was enough. Shooting her arm out at the demon, lightening struck him right in the middle of his chest with so much force it made him fly backwards. The demon fell with a loud thud, and she grabbed a hold of Cian--Azrael and turned him to her.

"You're not getting your wish." She spat, glare setting in her eyes. "I will kill you. Even if it's the last thing I do. But right now, what I need is for you to get the FUCK OUT OF MY BROTHER'S BODY!" She screamed. Her hands gripping at his shoulders and shaking Cian's body so much that she just hoped and prayed he'd come back to her.