Azrael and the Prince of Hell

The scraps and ashes in her black and leather clothing set forth a tale of a recent adventure. Azrael was always proud of them. Every scar, every wound, and every single drop of blood tells another story. It’s nice to have actually witnessed a world change over the course of billion years. It’s tiring, but it’s congenial. Azrael landed in one of the oldest residential buildings in the city of Bucharest agilely on her feet. She closed her voluminous black wings that are identical to the color of her hair and walked towards the railings of the rooftop to have a peek at the place. Azrael knew to herself she isn’t a follower, but it does not mean that she is not a believer. She doesn’t follow the rules, she makes them and if necessary she breaks them, and she is doing it exactly now without a pinch of regret in her narcissistic heart. She reminds herself, that she may sometimes be shallow but she has a reason. A raging one. The sound of noisy clamors in the market below the building st

Nae left Azrael in her home to run some stuff before they started looking for Bernael, Azrael did not bother to meddle with it. She started to think, that if Nae betrays her then she will be unhesitant to kill her. Azrael contemplates her plan before continuing, if I don’t do it, I will be doomed, and I don’t want that to happen – she mulled over. Nae lends Azrael better and more mundane clothes. She looks at herself in front of the vanity mirror. Thirteen billion years and Azrael still looks the same as day one. She pushed back her curly raven black hair that went down to her spine and stared directly into her own eyes. She looks untired with her pale skin. She forms her thin heart-shaped lips into a sarcastic smirk. She went back from her trance when Nae arrives from the door, “You good to go?” Nae asked, she tied her hair up in a ponytail, making her features more eye-catching. “Yep,” Azrael said while sliding a curved blade from Nae’s table inside her jacket. She turned and fo

Yerachmiel live among humans for already 6,000 years. The 10th century or the High Middle Ages was the last time Azrael ever saw him. Azrael may have visited the human world for a couple of times but Yerachmiel never showed himself until now. She’s one of her siblings who believed Yerach left because of how cluttered their family had become. Azrael was fully aware that Rogziel and Ouriel flew from time to time at Yerach’s balcony to check if she’s still inside the room she’s been in. She ignored them completely, Ouriel must have been trying to make things right between the two of them. Azrael told Ouriel all of her plans, remove the killing part, before she left. He must have told it to someone and then they assumed that she might try to kill Bernael. Well she won’t, they just gave her an idea. She doesn’t even know what Bernael looks like and where she would start looking, she just wanted to see him and finds something to stop what was about to happen, and eventually ask him if he

“Who is this guy?” Azrael demanded from the twins. Rogziel just shrugged, “I don’t know. Ask Remy.” Azrael was fed up with his answer, “What? You’re the one who pulled the paper. You must know who it is.” she replied in confusion. Yerach, Ouriel and Rad were whispering to each other and it annoyed Azrael more. Remiel decided to answer her, “A very old friend.” “An old flame.” Rad interrupted teasingly. “Thanks, Rad,” Remiel remarked and glared at him. Azrael looks way more confused than before and Yerach notices it, “What now, Azrael? I thought you knew everything.” he said to annoy Azrael until he hits her asshole button. “Except this one,” Azrael stated. She grabbed the paper in front of Remiel and studied the face of Sebastián Vozenilek. Platinum blonde hair which gave his pale skin some color, cool grey-blue with long eyelashes. He had a pale, elegant, restless face with high cheekbones. Even though she pulled her memory from the deepest she can’t recognize the guy. Rogzie

Azrael break into Sebastián’s penthouse easily. The whole place was dark and she had to be patient and wait for him. She sat in the piano, while waiting, she decided to press some keys. A Johann Sebastian Bach piece to remember the guy whom she’ll try not to kill. He had live a long life, Azrael said to herself. He should consider himself lucky to have a chance to do so. The elevator dings and opens up to Sebastián. He wasn’t surprised at all by Azrael waiting for him. He looks like he just came from the party and flashes a calm expression. Azrael looked at him. To be fair, the guy was attractive, no wonder Remiel got caught up with him once upon a time. But apart from it, Azrael doesn’t know what she likes about this guy. Or maybe he wasn’t bad at all, before. Azrael did not wait for him to reach her, she stood up, and flared the Blade in her hands. Many Damneds called her to have them killed, and it wasn’t against the rules of Heaven, and she won’t regret if she kills him now. Az