LUST AND MURDER SUSPECT.

Chapter: 9.

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Azazel stood above the sleeping man. He was shirtless, and his sleeping pants lined his frame so perfectly that, with his deep vision, Azazel could see just what lay within those silk-white materials. His curly brown hair was tousled and framed his face in a way that made Azazel's skin burn with lust. He took a deep breath of air into his lungs and exhaled with a smirk. "It's not fair," he murmured as he lowered himself and sat beside the sleeping man. His long, slender fingers traced the ridges of scars along Logan's arms, causing a shiver to wrack through him.

Azazel could tell the tales hidden behind each scar, from the first one on his left middle finger when he was six. He had cut himself with a knife while trying to slice a rubber apple, as his plastic knives weren't up to the task. The curious boy was bent on knowing what lay within the rubber apple, and there was little to do to stop him from reaching for the knife. The Demon loomed helplessly.

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