Chapter: 24******The allure of power hung in the air as Azazel stood atop the highest pinnacle of Shivvara. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he clutched the scepter of authority, a symbol of his newfound kingship. He had fought fiercely, defeating his own father in an intense and grueling duel, to claim the Scepter. Now, with the weight of Shivvara on his shoulders, he embarked on a daring quest that would test not only his fighting skills but also the depths of his love and the true extent of his ambition.Azazel surveyed the landscape below him, taking in the lush green meadow of Shivvara covered by a dense thicket of trees. A narrow stream ran through the middle, flanked by cliffs that dropped straight down into endless pools of black water.The Realm of Vile beckoned to him, its treacherous paths shrouded in darkness and mystery. Legends spoke of shapeless demons that guarded the gates, fierce creatures that would stop at nothing to protect the sec
Chapter: 25******Azazel stood resolute in the center of the sacred chamber, his hands clasped tightly around the revered artifacts of power—the Scepter of Authorities and the Stone of Separation. The weight of responsibility bore heavily upon his broad shoulders, and the gravity of the moment weighed upon him like an invisible cloak.With measured steps, he approached the ancient stone table, meticulously layered with intricate symbols and etchings of Shivvaraian wisdom. With utmost care and reverence, he gently placed the Scepter and the Stone side by side. As soon as the two antiquities made contact, an electrifying surge of energy coursed through the room, casting surreal hues of emerald and sapphire, illuminating every corner, and dispelling the darkness that had long shrouded the chamber.The brilliance of the glow intensified, consuming the very air and suffusing every atom with its luminosity. Rays of celestial light danced within the chamber, blending harmoniously with the i
Chapter: 26******Azazel found himself standing in the grand Palace Halls, a place of unparalleled beauty and opulence. The moment he stepped through the portal, it sealed shut behind him, leaving him in awe of his surroundings. The Hall itself was a masterpiece of architecture, adorned with intricate designs and lavish decorations that spoke of the wealth and power of its inhabitants.His eyes were immediately drawn to the magnificent throne, positioned at the far end of the hall. It was a sight to behold, crafted from pure gold and adorned with the most exquisite Cerulean crystals. The footstool, plated with shimmering diamonds, added an extra touch of grandeur to the already majestic throne. It was a symbol of the ruler's authority and the splendor of the palace.The walls were adorned with intricately carved marble, glistening under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues upon the
Chapter: 27******Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians.As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.Azrael's confessions spilled from his lips, intermingling with the emotions and movements that surrounded him and his connection with Offilies. With each word, his voice carried a mix of vulnerability and ardor, laying bare the depths of his desires.Azrael's recount began with a reminiscence of his childhood, a time when he absorbed the teachings and legends of the History of Shivvara. His voice trembled with excitement as he desc
Chapter: 28******Azrael arrived at the Garden of Raphale's with anticipation fluttering in his chest like a thousand delicate butterfly wings. Stepping foot into the celestial sanctuary, the air embraced him with a soothing caress, its purity filling his lungs with tranquillity.The garden unfolded before him like a tapestry woven from ethereal threads. Gossamer petals of Cerulean flowers danced on soft breezes, their intoxicating fragrances reaching out to him like whispers of enchantment. The colors of the blooms shimmered and glowed with golden luminescence, casting a gentle radiance that bathed the surroundings in a celestial glow.Moving deeper into the garden, Azrael's senses came alive with the symphony of nature's melodies. The soft rustle of leaves, the delicate trill of unseen birds, and the distant murmur of flowing streams combined to create a cascading harmony that echoed through the air like celestial music.As he ventured further along the winding pathways, Azazel's s
Chapter: 29*******As they basked in the afterglow of their love, a sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves around them. Azazel and Azrael exchanged a knowing look, a sense of unease washing over them. Something was not right. The tranquility of the garden was shattered by an eerie silence as if nature itself held its breath. A piercing scream echoed through the night. They turned toward the source of the sound, their hearts pounding with fear. In the distance, they saw a figure lurking in the shadows, eyes gleaming with malice. A sense of danger hung heavy in the air, and they knew their peaceful sanctuary was about to be shattered.Quickly, Azrael fixed both their clothes and turned toward the barriers, his fingers pointed, ready to dismantle their sanctuary and go see what was happening in his realm.But Azazel was not ready to let him walk out.Not now.Not again."Wait," Azazel pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. He reached out and grabbed Azrael's arm, his grip tight and
PROLOGUE.*****He is the devil and out of sin, he was created. The father of all corruption. Yet, this Devil found himself an angel, a pure heavenly body, and being master of Lust The Devil indulged the angel in a forbidden romance of hell."Tell me, my angel, have your wings tasted of my sin and gone crimson?" The angel whimpered, he couldn't help it anymore, this demon, this devil, he was unbearable.A rumble rolled from the Devil; it made the room quake and the angel moaned."I watched you fall from grace, I orchestrated your fall from the moment you awakened something in me and now you've fallen into my mercy." "You see, out of darkness I was born, the father of sin, I am known. I do not love but you, my personal fallen angel, you sparked a glint of light where light shouldn't touch thus tainting my crimson."Incapable of love.But, this angel of light broke through that veil, and now even the Devil feels love but his love is like that of a burning furnace, his love rages with
CHAPTER: ONE.******Detective Logan O'Brien and his partner Conan Doyle were assigned to a crime scene in the downtown area of Hillburn City. They had both been working in Hillburn for nearly six months now, since his graduation from the academy with honors in homicide. Detective O'Brien was the youngest detective in the HCPD's entire history, so that made him quite popular among those who worked the streets, as well as among detectives of other departments and agencies.Logan didn't care about this fact very much, but Detective Doyle seemed quite fond of it, and they were going to take advantage of his attention to detail.They got out of the car and looked around at the crime scene. They'd arrived late on purpose so that they could see everything, but as they did, Conan noticed something else that caught his eye. "What are you doing?" He questioned. Logan was looking up at the sky, trying not to look too curious as he did so. "I don't know," Logan said simply. He had his gun in hi