Part One
Part Fourteen
“NO.” Erik and Azazel yelled at the same time.
The two looked at each other, then fist pumped.
“Dude when did we become parents?” Azazel smirked at his friend.
“I think that would be when you fucked Raven.” Erik shook his head. Peter coughed, only to get glared at by his father. “Hush, you’re already in trouble.”
“We want to help Vatar.” Kurt looked at the two of them. “I can teleport all the way to the city to St. Patricks.”
“Why are you teleporting there?” Azazel bent down to look at his son. He was so beautiful, and made him so proud. He really wished he could spend more time with him. Maybe after all this, he would take more time. The idea that he never saw his boy grow up, upset him more than he cared to admit, let alone the idea his son wouldn’t survive.
“I like their St. Michael statue.” He said with a smile. “Father Gregory is also nice, but I prefer Mass here with Father Angel.”
Azazel stood and looked over at his friend, eyes narrowing. “My son is going to Mass?”
“What do you expect when an Anglican and Jew raise a teleporting mutant, of course he becomes Catholic.” Erik rolled his eyes. “He loved the stories of Angels as a toddler, specifically St. Michael and the Archangels. He didn’t like normal picture books, just the big ones with the angel images. When he was threeish he popped into the local Catholic church, by accident. Father Angel gave him some food, let him play with his St. Michael statue, and then called us. He’s a priest Azazel and he didn’t blink at your son.”
“I would like to meet this man. Well if he is to follow Christian Symbolism, at least he went for the badass of them all.” Azazel patted Kurt’s shoulder. “You’re still not helping, you are small and not quite at Archangel status.”
“But I can move people.”
“And I can get around people.”
Erik looked at the two of them, knowing they would go into this war without hesitation. He hated the humans for starting this. He hated Mystique for being who he would’ve been. “You are too young.”
“Sean and Alex were not that young when you guys went against Shaw.” Peter argued back.
“Let me put this in terms you will understand.” Erik looked at the two of them. “If something happened to you. I would kill Trask, and anyone around him without hesitation. I already want to, I already want to fight, but your safety is keeping me tempered.”
Kurt poofed, then landed in his Vatar’s arms, something he hadn’t done in years. “No Vatar, you wouldn’t. You are a good man, I see it.” He patted Erik’s cheeks. “We stay.”
Erik held him close, then set him back down to the ground. “Peter?”
“I get it man.” In a rare show for the teenager, he hugged his father. He stepped back and looked around the room, at the rest of the X-Men. “But I want to be trained at some point.”
“You’ve already ordered your uniform, it’s on backorder until your twenty-five, and graduated college.” Alex snarked at the kid, making Erik snort. “Same with you kid.”
Kurt and Peter smirked.
Azazel caught Erik when he stumbled suddenly. “You okay?”
“It’s Charles.” He shook his head, trying to absorb the mental anguish that was suddenly coursing through him.
“He went to talk to himself.” Hank frowned. “Wanted to find out what happened.”
“Fucking idiot.” Erik stalked off towards Cerebro. “Get some rest, we’re leaving in the morning.”
“It would be wise if we stay away from those two.” Alex suggested, a smirk on his face. “How about some food?”
“I could teleport us to another country?” Azazel suggested as Kurt took his hand to lead him to the kitchen area, it wasn’t often Papa stayed long enough for a meal.
“We might take you up on that offer.” Hank smirked as they moved away from the main sections of the school.
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