Azrael snorted. Ah, so it could talk. That meant it was not food. And right now, Azrael just wanted food. "Don't care," he huffed as he got to his feet, a prideful anger rising in his stomach as the rat-looking-aardvark-thing talked down to him, as if amused. He did not like that.
And he also really did not like the thing poking him with its nose without permission! He let out a snarl and kicked out with the leg it was touching instinctively. "Stop it! Ask before you touch!" But it was too late to stop the magic - the strong torrent of magic that rushed forward from Azrael to the kid in front of him.
It was a lot - her spell had been powerful and Azrael was far older then her. Perhaps if Azrael had not been a creature of magic himself, she would have seen far more, but his own inherent magic interfered with her spell. She saw a few visions, quite clearly.
Erzu would find herself far taller then she was, looking down at the earth from Azrael's height. Before him with a living skeleton, surrounded by a small black cat, a larger, yellow cat, a hyena, and a black dog with wings. He was reaching down to pick up the skeleton, but as soon as he did, it turned around and sunk its fangs into his arm. He dropped it suddenly, with surprise. In the background, the hyena was speaking, talking about gifting or destroying, while the dog begged, "Please don't destroy it." A smaller voice asked which of them they were gonna do before Azrael's own rumbling voice said "Stand back" before his jaws opened and a torrent of fire rushed forth. The vision shifted.
There was an odd little pup standing in front of him. He was much shorter now and everything seemed larger. He was eyeing the rat skull sitting next to the canine. Suddenly, his arm lashed out to grab it. "Hungry," he rumbled, trying to take a bite, but it was too try. The dog in front of him freaked out. "No, please! He's my friend!" As soon as Azrael dropped the skull, the dog jumped out to catch it before it broke against the floor. "Why did you do that? He's my friend!" Azrael made an uneasy sound. "Is bone. Friend? Is bone!" The vision shifted again.
This time, Azrael was staring at a small, strange humanoid. She was skinning the body of a rat, tossing the hide to Azrael, who quickly scarfed it down. She pressed her palm against its bare, skinless boy, charring the surface. Once it was cooked, she began to eat. "So, uh, do you live here? What do you do for fun? Talk to bones?" Azrael made a small nose. "Fun? Bones?" He paused, clearly trying to think. "Hunt." Once again, the vision changed.
Everything was darkness. And then, with a single strike, a hand reaching out, Azrael broke the gemstone surrounding him and crawled out of its cage, climbing onto a pile of bones. The shadows thickened around him as he looked up. There was a bird there, a crow. With a single swipe, he snatched it out of the sky. It shrieked and pecked at his hand, but he was not deterred. Claws came up and tore out the birds throat, killing it instantly, before eating it in huge bites. The visions ended.
It would be a lot for the child to handle - the visions most likely covered more time then she'd even been alive. But Azrael didn't realize, grumpy from hunger, with a wounded pride. "Magic? Mine?" He stopped and glared down, considering not even telling this thing that looked like a rat. "Darkness," he then said, simply. "And fire," he added as an afterthought.