"Are you sure about this?" Raphael was shaking with excitement and failing miserably to contain it.

"I've never been this sure", Aze said with a tiny smile across his face. "So what do you say? Or does Star Fell have a bad ring to you?" 

"Oh shush, you silly goat!" Raphael grabbed him by the collar and gave him an electrifying kiss "I do, my love"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Violent knocks came from the bar's main entrance, ruining the demon’s sleep. 

“Who the fuck knocks at this hour?!" Aze stepped down, ready to give those drunkards some not so kind words "WE'RE CLOSED Y-“

Blood.

Everything came to a stop. Aze looked on in horror, it was Raphael at his door, hurt, shaking, and miserably giving pressure to his own wound, but Aze just stood there shocked.

So much blood.

The archangel was leaning on the door, in pain and full of discomfort, yet somehow still managed to smile. 

“H-hello, love", he said weakly; "I- I think you'll have to carry me…”

No longer able to hold himself up, Raphael fainted. Azazel broke out of his catatonic trance and quickly caught him by the lapels, clinging to him tightly between his arms. 

"Nononononono" was the only thought that Aze's mind was producing while carrying Raphael to bed in a full-blown panic.

This can’t be happening, this MUST be a dream, right??? Maybe a sick joke from her? Whatever it was, his husband needed immediate help. The bleeding wasn't stopping and he was getting paler by the second.

He laid him down in bed with all the care in the world and tore his shirt off. 

"We're in quite a hurry here. I hope you find forgiveness in your heart when you wake up, because you WILL wake up and see your favorite shirt in ruins" his voice got shaky at the end of his sentence.

Once all the fabric was off, there it was.

"Fucking hell..." On the right side of his stomach was some kind of black matter spreading over the rest of his body. For the first time in his life, Azazel felt nauseous.

It was a stab for sure, but this thing wouldn't go away with the usual human methods and there was no time left for Azazel to search for a cure. No, he just knew, he could feel that it was hell-made.

Azazel took a big breath, pulled the substance completely out the wound and ate it.