Azazel heard the whispers of darkness from the orb and grimaced. Azazel wanted to take it, he didn't trust anyone else with it. He refrained from doing so though, this thing was obviously tempting him. It wanted his heart, no, it wanted everything. His heart, his soul, his mind. Azazel would resist though, this risk heavily outweighed the rewards.

Azazel looked at Cyrus and watched him speak to seemingly nobody. Maybe the orb? This was a bad idea, the orb needs to be silenced. Somehow. "I think I should carry the orb. May I?" He held his hand out to carry the orb, then withdrew it quickly. "Actually, I have a better idea. I hope this works." Azazel began to summon some minor wind magic, no intent to harm, just transportation. He focused and picked up the orb from Cyrus' hands. "Let's go."