'Wow, this is awkward.'
Azrail mused as Raena, petting his head, pushed him deeper into her bosom, her words pained and loving as she spoke.
"You must have gone through so much at such a young age, and here I was, the adult, throwing a tantrum because I couldn't grow. Foolish, isn't it?"
She spoke mainly to him and more to herself as she kept patting Azrail's head. He wasn't even given a lot of ti to react before Raena had pulled him into her embrace, with the darkness over her head gone for the mont, those inner gentle sleeves of hers coming out, along with that powerful motherly touch as she lovingly rubbed Azrail's head.
The woman in question was no doubt being very different from how she was, as Azrail replied.
"Everyone's suffering their own marks; you have yours, and I had mine. Nothing is too small, and no suffering is worth nothing."
Azrail's words only stimulated Raena more, as small trickles of tears started to fall out of her eyes as she, crying, hugged Azrail tighter, pushing him deeper into her chest as she shouted.
"Oh! You poor boy! Let take care of you!"
'Very big.'
Was the thought going through the mind of Azrail as he felt the smoothness rubbing against him, a very relaxing scent of Raena's filling Azrail's nose as he let the woman vent, years of repressed emotions coming out as Raena hugged him tighter as she tried to console him, which felt more like she was consoling herself?
'Soone get out of here...'
Azrail wished, and in a sense, he didn't. The softness was nice, but he didn't like being pressed against it with such force. Thus, all Azrail did for the mont was go with the flow, listening to the ramblings of Raena, her pain and her encouragent for him, while he replied back with small touches, helping to stabilise Raena's emotions.
The reason for this sudden situation is due to the fact that her emotions are running haywire, all of those emotions she couldn't show before coming out, and now it's running a bit amok. But Azrail is taking those emotions in while using his powers to calm her ntal state down while healing it, too, helping her adjust to all the problems around.
'I am pretty sure she will be very embarrassed once this is all over.'
Azrail thought as Raena played around with him like a doll, her waterfall-like tears falling onto him, while her hug, for so reason, was only getting tighter, while the ramblings she gave of her life were getting more and more annoying in a sense.
'Sigh...'
And just as he did that, Raena suddenly stopped, her tears still flowing, her emotions still overflowing, but her eyes focused on him as Raena suddenly spoke.
"Sniff...I have an idea! I will adopt you! And I will take good care of you!"
'Aren't I engaged to your daughter?'
While Azrail wanted to shout this out, he knew it was better to let things go like this for now. But before he could even say anything, leaving the hug, Raena jumped out of the bed, quickly cleaning her tears as she vanished from the room, no doubt running towards Azrail's mother.
'What a pain.'
Azrail thought as he made himself more presentable, and as he flashed his body, he was in the sa room he had left for his mother, but the situation was a bit different than how he thought it would be.
"No! I won't give you my son!"
"Please!... Please!... Please!... He's so pitiful. Let look after him!"
"Nope, he's mine!"
"I want him!"
"Nope!"
'Haaaa... This is good, too.'
Azrail thought as he looked at Raena, moving around his mother faster than his mother could react, jumping around like a squirrel, while Azrail's mother kept rejecting her with a frown. In fact, Azrail, for now, could see so veins growing on the head of his mother, more likely from the annoyance she was feeling right now.
'I better keep my presence hidden for now.'
Wrapping the darkness around him as he thought that, Azrail watched as the two bickered.
"Why did you change so much?! Go back to that crazy old self!"
"I will if you let adopt him!"
Raena countered, to which his mother shouted.
"Not happening! My little Az is mine alone! No one else's Az!"
'What does that even an?'
Thinking so, Azrail sighed he had no popcorn to eat when he saw the show in front of him.
[Munch... Munch... Munch...]
'...'
[Munch... Munch... Munch...]
'Are you eating popcorn right now?'
[Yes, want so?]
'Yes?'
[Too bad you can't have it!]
A small vein, similar to the one his mother had, popped up on the head of Azrail as he tried to avoid his system trying to get on his nerves, his gaze back at the scene in front of him, but the situation had changed a little.
"Look at this! Do you have saved drawings like this?! Can you even fight with about my breastfeeding techniques?!"
'Why does that even matter?!'
Azrail shouted in his head as he looked at his mother pulling up her most precious painting she had done with all of them together, all of them beautiful and neat, and right now, Raena was yelling at it, looking through each of them with shining eyes as she, pointing at one, spoke.
"I want this one!"
"No, that's my favourite!"
Lan countered, the painting in question being one where Azrail, at his baby age, was laughing while he rolled on the ground. Even he had to admit the painting was beautiful, but the situation wasn't.
"Look at this; this is the first ti from when Azrail learned to pop by himself!"
Lan pointed to a painting with a high level of pride.
'Puff...'
And a small amount of blood leaked from the mouth of Azrail at it.
[Puff... Haha... Puff... Poop... First ti... Hahaha!]
[[Wow, master, you have such style for a first-ti self-pop.]]
The innocent helping words of Mia only added critical damage to the ntal state of Azrail as he saw his own mother show off the drawing god knows when she had made it happen, the whole painting itself being sothing which Azrail, for a mont, just wished to burn and get far off from this realm itself.
"I am a two-ti mother, so I am the only one capable of being able to take care of my son!"
Lan shouted.
'So three-ti mothers are better?'
Azrail once again held that question in as Raena reacted.
"Doesn't matter, I like his cute self. I want him as my child, let adopt, no, let's share!"
'What am I? A cake?'
Azrail pressed his temples, feeling a headache hitting him.
"No way! My Az is only my Az; I won't share his motherhood with anyone else!"
Azrail's mother shouted as she clutched to her paintings, defending them from Raena, who was discreetly trying to steal so of them.
'I guess there is one big change happening to her mind, an unnatural desire towards .'
Azrail thought, which can grow out in any way. Thankfully, right now, it's like this, and Azrail was enjoying it too, seeing these sides of his mother, the little soft side she hides very well. A small chuckle left Azrail's mouth as he saw the enthusiasm of his mother, the several paintings of him and his sister, showing her deep care and love for them.
"Give the potty one!"
"No! That's the best one!"
'...'
[Potty boy... Puff...]
'Yup, that painting has to go.'
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