Azazel Blue Exorcist Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful. The professor clears her throat as she scans the room. Her gaze falling on mine just along enough to make my skin crawl. Something flashing in her eyes that I don't quite recognize as she continues to scan the room. Weird. "I am Professor Cecillia Starling. This is my bonded, Aries," she says as she gestures to the moon serpent who has now taken place alongside where she stands. She continues, "Yes, I possess gifts granted to me by Aries. No, I will not be telling you my gifts. My job is to simply teach you everything you need to know about the bonds."

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.

And, seeing it on his face made Rose feel restless all over again. Azazel looked at her as she began pressing the cloth onto his forehead. He blinked before getting captured into her magical blue eyes. They resembled that of the vast calm beach that one goes to relax and find peace and solitude. He never knew until now how pretty she was from up close. She was so close to him that his hand which was on the bed slightly grazed her body.

The spells bounced off his body. Reni and Killian threw more spells at him, yet nothing affected him. "Do you know who I am? I am Azazel, the prince of demons. I am powerful, I am a God. Do you really think your petty spells would work on me?" he asked. Reni and Dreya were already pale, they had used most of their power to attack Azazel. Azazel raised a hand and the both of them fell to their knees. "I will finally end this, he is weak and will give up soon. And then his body will be all mine. But as for you two, you have made me angry and I am going to kill you both" he told them.

"Wait. Something’s—something’s entering him." Elias's screams turned guttural. His body arched, and then went still—too still. His eyes flew open. One glowed a vibrant violet—the Faerian. The other, molten gold—Azazel. But then a third light split through his chest, cutting through the others. Black. Liquid black, like ink spilled across the soul. His eyes now burned with three separate lights: violet, gold, and black. Elias sat up slowly, unnaturally calm. His voice echoed, low and ancient, nothing like him.

She said. The little girl just looked at her with teary eyes. The evil thing was about to eat both of them. She suddenly looked at it with fury eyes and touched it's black thick hands intensely. A blue neon fire suddenly appeared in the whole body of the evil spirit. It was surprising and it exploded by itself. “I already warned you!” she said. The little girl behind her was amazed and muttered... --“Who are you?” She turns around and looks at the girl then smiles. “You can call me Azrael,” she said.

CHAPTER 38 – DRAGONHEART DUEL The cavern walls shook harder as the heat surged forward. Rowan held her breath when the entrance darkened, the air turning sharp with cold fire. A figure stepped through the haze. Blue light curled around him, brushing the stone like frost burning in reverse. Azeriel. His eyes glowed the same blue that pulsed inside her chest. He studied her with a calm that felt colder than the flames around him. “You called me,” he said. “Or maybe you simply stopped running.”