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"Azaziel"
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Claimed By Azaziel A god Unbothered by mortals
"Azaziel" That voice. It had been so long since he had heard it. Azaziel's heart almost caved in his chest as that soft voice blossomed again from the Anchor bond. "Azaziel, Can you hear me?" Azaziel's eyes we're still brimming red as he held Vynessa's father on his throat, dangling him in the air like a chew toy but he responded. "Little one" He responded into the bond. "Ca... Can you come home?" Home. She asked if he could come home. The meaning of the word was not lost on Azaziel. But with the way she had been acting the past few days, it could just be something else. "Are you alright, Little one?"She did not respond. He waited, her father still struggling and choking in his hold. Then a thought struck him. What if Khaos had returned? What if he was bothering her? "Vynessa?""I'm alright, Azaziel. Please come home" she finally responded. "I'm with your father""I know""I'm not done yet, Little one""But I want you back at home. I don't care if they stay alive. You don't h
Claimed By Azaziel "Azaziel"
Little She-demon. Me. A little SHE DEMON!!! I've always wanted a home, a sense of family. I've always wanted the love of my parents. I begged and craved for it all my life and it never came. It never came because those people were not my parents. They did not love me. I wasn't they're child. No wonder they picked possessions and houses over me during the divorce. I had felt it was insane before. A misunderstanding. And yet, now it all makes perfect fucking sense. Not that I had any left.The first few hours after he’d told me, after that truth had slipped from his lips like a fucking death sentence, it felt like my life had been all a fucking lie. Who the fuck was I? Unwanted in the human world and a fugitive in the demon world too? I knew Azaziel cared for me, was worried for me, I saw it in the way he had hovered near the wall, hanging around but not coming too close, like he was afraid to touch me. Good. I didn’t want him close. Not when I couldn’t even recognize myself.The mi
Claimed By Azaziel A Demon Of Fire And Brimstone
The lights flickered in the hallway Azaziel was standing in. It when off, buzzed and then came on again. Azaziel stood in the surrounded by dark, gleaming shadows in the hallway that was obscenely drenched in sterile white, the silence humming louder than any scream. Hospitals were curious places, they fascinated him. All this effort to keep people alive, to cling to something as fragile as breath. Just to live a life that was still damned to end. He watched the doctor through the glass panel, her back turned, arms folded. Vynessa’s mother, or rather, the woman who had dared to call herself that. She’d aged a little more since the last time he’d seen her at the gala where she stood and watched his anchor be humiliated, touched and groped by an old weasle. Her face did not sure her true cruel and selfish side, it was her eyes that bled with wickedness. He stepped through the glass like it was mist.She didn’t hear him at first. Then she spun around in started fear. She looked at
Claimed By Azaziel She Wasn't Broken. She Was Becoming.
If he had been human, Azaziel's mouth would have been hanging open from shock. He kept looking at Vynessa holding up the bed frame like it was a side stool, his mind not quite wanting to believe what his eyes were seeing. The heavy, wrought-iron monstrosity wasn’t just lifted—it was being cradled effortlessly in her grip, like a twig, like air. His anchor...Vynessa... This small, broken little girl was holding onto the heaviest looking sofa by the tip of her fingers. It defied logic. Physics. Everything he had quietly convinced himself about her limits. Even now, after the bond, after the truth had split her world apart like a lightning strike, a part of him had clung to denial. It wasn't that he could not believe it, or that he expected her to be weak and puny forever... It was that he was really not prepared for her change. He had still held on to a tiny hope...That she might just be… mostly normal. Human enough to remain untouched by the shadows of hell. But this? This
Claimed By Azaziel Her Silence Was Louder Than Hell
The silence was worse than her screams.Azaziel stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her. She lay curled on the far side of the bed, facing the wall, swaddled in a blanket too large for her frame. He’d brought it to her after she'd passed out in his arms—but not before she’d flinched at his touch.She hadn’t said a word since.Not one.Not even a glance his way.She’d opened her eyes hours ago. He had felt it—through the bond, through that warm hum of presence that now lived within him. But when he spoke her name, she didn’t answer. When he knelt at the bedside and whispered apologies he couldn’t begin to explain, she turned her face deeper into the pillow.And that... that broke something in him.Azaziel exhaled slowly and dragged a hand down his face. His body buzzed with residual fury—some of it still aimed at Khaos, but most of it now turned inward.He should have told her.He’d had the pieces, had gathered them one by one like breadcrumbs left in blood. The moment he fel
Claimed By Azaziel A Crack In The Mirror
The wind outside screamed like it had a score to settle with the windows.Azaziel stood by the far side of the penthouse, his back turned, arms braced against the railing of the balcony. He’d barely spoken since the moment Khaos disappeared into the floor. Just... silence. Cold and brutal. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty, but thick with the weight of what he hadn’t said.Vynessa didn’t move. Not at first. She just stood, rooted to the spot, her eyes on the floor where Khaos had been moments ago, her breath trembling out of her lungs.She didn’t understand why her legs still held her up. Maybe it was the shock. Maybe she wasn’t standing at all and the floor was just holding her body like a tired lover. But when her knees finally buckled, it was Azaziel who caught her.He didn’t speak. Not right away. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing—because apparently, she didn’t—and carried her to the long, low couch. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, like he was trying not
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