<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">With each step towards that hut, Hazeel felt something that he hadn't felt in a while: fear. And interestingly enough, the same woman that sent fear shooting down his spine the first time had her voice cut straight through his soul as he approached the hut. Azalea, the one that almost broke him and tried to keep him as a sex slave in her hut. With each glance upon the increasingly inhospitable scenery surrounding them, Hazeel turned towards Sara and placed the locket into her hands. "I will come back for you..." Hazeel muttered as he pressed his palm atop her forehead, and through magic that he still couldn't understand but simply felt inside of his soul, he sent Sara straight to the Crossroads, preventing her from being subject to any more danger from the crazy and no doubt clingy Goddess that he had broken last time.<br/><br/>Hazeel felt the chilly winds attacking his skin, drying it up and feeling even more uncomfortable considering he was still naked. A light coating surrounded all of his skin, insulating him against the cold as he walked over to the door and yanked it open. "Azalea?!" he roared, looking into the hut but refusing to move inside. Why did he think he could come back to this place without being cursed by her presence? It was her island and she was supposed to remain here, much like the Goddess of the Game and her casino and palace. Hazeel was a fool to think he could visit Azalea's Island and avoid the owner. "I don't want any trouble with you, Azalea," Hazeel said, barking his desires at her. "I will turn around and leave right now that I know it's you. And you leave me alone too..."</span>