Azazel Helltaker Novels & Stories

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

She stared into the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who no longer existed — eyes hollow, body covered in faint bruises and bite marks from weeks of nightly violations. Azrael materialized behind her in the reflection. His true demonic form was magnificent and terrifying: over seven feet tall, powerfully muscled, skin like polished obsidian marble, long obsidian horns curling back from his forehead, and eyes blazing with intense crimson fire. His massive cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already twitching with anticipation. “The time has come, my precious broken slut,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her body like thunder. “You have served well. Tonight, I

It was home to the largest and most powerful group of pack members who ruled fearlessly, conquering every land they stepped on. Their ruler, Alpha Ahazerous, was a wealthy king blessed deeply by the moon goddess. Strong, feared, and untouchable. But one day, during a long and bloody war, a neighboring pack rose against them and began to win, killing many of Ahazerous’s warriors. In fear and confusion, the king sneaked out of the battlefield and rushed to see their priest, wanting to know why the goddess had turned her back on them. But when he arrived, he found the priest murdered right in front of his home.

The Hall of Records was no longer a silent cathedral of stone; it had become a loud whirlpool of raw, unfiltered existence. As Kael's hands remained glued to the white crystal pedestal, the Spark of the Designer in his chest acted as a universal translator. It turned his biological memories into a high-density "Narrative Pulse" that hammered against the Akasha-Parasites. The air in the vault thickened, not with smoke but with the Weight of Sentience. Every pillar of acoustic quartz began to glow with a different hue: crimson for the wars of the Old World, deep forest green for the first awakening of the shifters, and a bright, brilliant gold for the birth of the Synthesis.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

“They all do. Dartron is a necromancer, he has the ability, to communicate with the dead and he can bring them back to life” “Is that possible “ I was surprised with the kind of power he has “It is but when he brings them back to life, they are just like puppets to him. Dartron is the quietest among the three brothers” “That is spooky,” Kayla who was beside me said Remembering that the dark brown haired guy had not spoken while I was there, I knew that Vincent was referring to him. “What of the guy with red hair,” I asked “His name is Thanos, and his powers are just like yours, just like how you have the ability to control hellfire, he also has the ability to control hellfire and normal fire

The boy was absolutely shattered. As the realization came to Azazel, a feeling like a bolt of lightning zapped through his mighty frame, and his claws pushed out. A look around told him the other demons, too, were going through the same thing. The portals of souls had somehow been opened, and every demon in hell, including a literal Dahm, could see into the innermost crevice of their target’s mind. And since Azazel’s target was Khatri, he quickly tapped into the portal, and what he found…was the most prized gift he’d ever received in his centuries of years lived. Khatri wasn’t drawn to lust. He was drawn to pain, to broken things. To lost things that still carried light.

“When did you learn this? I mean, isn't that one of the ancient swords of the cyclones?” Abigail caressed the smooth body and sighed. “I was given after the nightmare. Did I forget to say that I was sent into a torturous world filled with nightmare, I was killed and reformed after thousands of centuries.” Zeres immediately chuckled softly. “I can't believe thousands of centuries passed in just one night.” The air around them right now showed that the demons haven't reached them yet. Ezekiel had discovered that someone was puppeteering these demons to work and stop Ezekiel from entering Viscarria. His own City which he ruled as a permanent ruler.