Azazel didn't linger.
He made a small hole on the dying egg then placed his bleeding hand on it.
It trembled slightly then pulsed like a heartbeat.
The first tremor started at his fingertips, just a subtle tickle like his nerves had received something foreign.
He frowned.
"Huh, That's it? nothing happene—Ackkk! Oh gods oh gods it hurtssss arghhhh, help… someone help me."
His hands snapped backward into an unnatural angle, followed by a crack which made his breath hitch.
A shudder rippled within him, sending tremors of pain through his body as he tasted blood.
The second tremor was much worse.
It surged through him like a rampage within his bloodstream.
His spine arched violently, his bones cracking, creating a cacophony of gruesome noises.
His knees buckled, he hit the cave floor hard enough to make his teeth clatter.
That's when the scream tore free, he could no longer contain it.
It wasn't noble nor was it restrained. It was guttural and raw with agony.
