As Constantine ran as fast as his legs would, getting closer by the second, he stopped dead in his tracks and bellows and the top of his lungs"Lilith Rae Yellowstone, I need to speak with you right now!" As Constantine narrowed his eyes so he could this perfect sight to zoom in on Lilith and her strange companion. That's when he noticed something that he hadn't seen in over two decades, that bandanna. There was no mistaking it, Lilith was in grave danger, but now that Constantine had announced himself from half way across the beach, he realized that it may have been a mistake.
Noticing that they were starting to head his direction, Constantine decided to slowly walk towards them, the whole time thinking to himself'Be calm about this, after all it would be foolish and a guaranteed death sentence to try anything rash.' So, Constantine kept slowly walking towards Lilith and her secretive companion. Looking back up the beach from the ocean, Constantine saw it again, that bloody, reddish orange bandanna. There was no mistaking it this time, they were getting closer. Without hesitation Constantine white knuckled the handle of his bone whip and with his left he reached for the khopesh. Constantine was ready for anything. Repeating his favorite mantra to himself"nigh thu sàmhach air do shon mar tonnan a 'chuain." Once he felt calm enough, Constantine released his death grip on his khopesh and reached into his pouch that was hanging on his belt, retrieving his first bottle of nectar.
Popping the lid Constantine held the bottle up to the sky and said with a calmest and semi begging tone"gu na diathan agus is dòcha gun dìon iad sinn uile." With that he downed the whole bottle. As the last drop fell into Constantine's mouth, he lowered his arm. Looking at the bottle an idea came to him.
'I'll fill the bottle with sand water, to celebrate the ten year anniversary of the treaty.' Not wanting to waste an opportunity to make new memories and hopefully good ones this time.
"Who is that yelling your name your highness?"Azazel asked an inquisitive tone. Hiding a smirk, because Azazel knew exactly who it was. He reached down to cut another piece of this intoxicating fruit. After he was done chewing, Azazel reached into his pocket and removed his bandanna to wipe his face once more.
"This star fruit is amazing, but i could really go for some grilled meat and vegetables, are you hungry your majesty?" Azazel asked as he stuffed another big bite into his mouth.
Quickly spinning around Azazel noticed the "figure" getting closer, which made Azazel very nervous. No longer pretending that he wasn't worried about Constantine making a big scene and throwing out accusations, Azazel quickly looked for a place to disappear too. Looking to his immediate left, right, front and even to the rear, Azazel realized that his only escape was to the water.'How do make this look like I'm trying to hide something and more like I'm a scared merchant, what to do?' Azazel thought to himself with a worried face."Aha I've got it!" shouted out loud with a high pitched screech. Not bothering to wait for Lilith's reaction, Azazel immediately threw is hands straight up into the air and began to scream"He's coming right for us, he's coming right for us, run for your lives, Azazel is coming to kidnap us my Queen!"while running straight towards the surf. Azazel jumped into the waves and disappeared from sight.
While heading back towards the ship Falkor decided to take a slight detour. He made a quick adjustment and soon he was headed around the harbor to scout for potential targets after the celebration had ended. Upon review of all the docked ships, Falkor caugh the glimpse of what looked like Azazel running and flailing his arms, then he just disappeared into the waves. Laughing and shaking his head Falkor said with a laugh in his tone"Good old Azazel, never a dull moment when hes around, I'm definetly going to have to seriously mess with Azazel when he returns." Upon further inspection of the situation Falkor noticed Constantine swiftly making his way towards Z and the Queen. landing on the main deck, Falkor jumbled the crates so he wouldn't spill all the contents all over the place. Once he steadied himself and placed the crates Falkor headed straight for the galley.
On his way to his room Falkor passed Mickey, stopped for a quick to answer Mickey's question,"Mickey I could always use help, meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes." Finally alone Falkor began to sort his personal items away, starting with the new custom forged set of butcher knives. Attaching them in proper order, Falkor began to hum his favorite tone from home."If only my parents could see me now, they would be so proud at what I've become. But enough nostalgia, there's cooking and storing to be done." He said to himself standing tall with his new knives at his hip. Not really caring when the rest of the items fell, Falkor rushed out of his room and into the kitchen. Thinking to himself'Hope the pots and pans are hot to start cooking.' Not really knowing how long he'd been in his room, Falkor decided to carry on with his daily routine.
Looking up for a quick second Falkor caught sight of Mickey standing in the door poking his head."First things first my inebriated friend, take a seat. I need you to help me put the spices into my jars. It's not gonna be fun, but it needs to be done. I will join you as soon as I finished steaming the vegetables and seasoning the meats. It's always more fun to have someone in here, get's really boring when you have only yourself to talk to." With that Falkor handed Mickey the jars and the spices."I almost forgot, better put on a bandanna, some of those spices are really potent." Turning back to his meats an veggies Falkor started humming again.
When the time arrived for Falkor to use his new cutlery, he couldn't wait to see how amazing they were. Falkor couldn't get over how detailed the handles are. The way the metal twisted into the perfectly shaped talons that held the only heirloom his family had. It was a combination of a lapis stone mixed with a tigers eye and had the finish of a fire opal."Let's see what this baby can do." Falkor yelled with a high pitched girlish voice. As Falkor made his first cut into the fresh ham, a memory of Seraphine played in his head. After entertaining this memory for a moment, Falkor took that new butcher knife and stabbed it into the counter top with all his mite."Seraphine where ever you are I still love you!" Falkor screamed at the top of his lungs, falling to his knees with tears running down his cheeks, he looked up to see Mickey still sitting there."****, Mickey I thought you had left, you weren't suppose to hear that. Pretend like this whole thing never happened."
Not really embarrassed, more pissed, that he let himself get that out of control on the ship Falkor stood up and went back to slicing the ham.