He wasn't going to give up, there was absolutely no way that he was going to leave Matthew.

"Please, Matthew...come back. I'm sorry..." He whispered to himself.

He chased down Azazel, until he caught up with him in the palace courtyard.

"Azazel, stop!" Scratch demanded.

Amused, the dark timberwolf looked at him, his purple eyes glowing with interest, his body twitched.

Scratch continued. "Azazel, please, I beg of you.....where is he?" He pleaded. "We've been told that he would be here!"

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Azazel growled irritably. "You never stop, do you?"

"Please Azazel....."

The dark timberwolf sighed. "Fine, but on one condition."

Scratch said nothing, he only glared at the creature in front of him.

Azazel then said. "Okay, let's play a game here, because.....we all love a good pawn game, don't we?"

Scratch's hackles raised. Azazel tsked as he thought of what new game to play. He yipped excitedly.

"I got it! How 'bout a game of fighting to the death, hm? Doesn't that sound like FUN to you?"

Scratch shook his head. "Not to the death. One fight, one round. Whoever gets injured first loses!"

Azazel growled, baring his teeth at him. "I make the rules, asshat! Whoever dies......loses. Oh wait, of course the person who dies loses! He's dead!" Azazel laughed maniacally.

"You're a twisted fucker!" Scratch snarled.