Azazel Helltaker Novels & Stories

'Fuck me sideways, that boy really has been keeping you in the dark, hasn't he? I frowned. 'What do you mean?' Raising his hand to the back of his neck, he squeezed as if to ease the tension, which seemed such an un-Oscar-like action because Oscar didn't need to ease the tension. He caused the tension. He was the tension. 'Sweetheart, don't you get it?' he said. 'The Great War is a lie. A fantasy. Azazel's fantasy to be exact. He's always cultivated this idea of a new world, where he gets to sit on the Throne of the First while using his greatest weapon – Helel – to crush the bones of the Angels until they are nothing but a bad memory. The problem is, that Throne is not his to claim, it's He

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"Er… No… For nothing. It's just… That he was nothing like I read about." The Unspeakable replied, a little shocked. From what he had read about, Azazel was a Cadre level Fallen Angel, and the top leader of the Grigori faction, one of the most powerful factions in the world. And Lord Ravenclaw had him on the 'fast dial'. And they seemed to be in good relations too. It seemed that the headache that Director Bones had earlier was starting to migrate to him. "That's expected. Azazel is a very chill out guy with his friends. But he is ruthless with those that he sees as enemies."

He said. “You called my Lord.” Azazel said bowing. He was as tall as Lucifer, with jet black hair matching black eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. He was lust personified. But he felt icky. Like I needed to take at least two showers in searing hot water to even begin to feel clean again. When his eyes met mine, he smiled. He had perfectly straight teeth, part of his allure, I guess. “Stop.” I said when his smile widened. He immediately wiped the smile off his face.

Azazel asked. “It would be insulting to him, If I wished him,” she said with an unbelievable look. “You are right!” he said. Just then drums rang. Azazel smiled and entered the stage at a vampire speed. “My Dear Athmovezer people, I heard your Crown Prince Austin Annora, defeated the person who killed the last Chimera in the universe. Now I am scared of fighting with him. If he defeats me, I will turn all the Vampires into slaves to this kingdom, if not, he will have to agree to reveal the truths about his misdeeds and his inability of creating rumors of defeating the killer of Last Chimera,” the Vampire announced. He used his supernatural abilities to make his sound audible to every person

Possessing powers that leaned more toward the demonic than the elven, he had earned the enmity of all the elves in Green Land. A war had once broken out, but Azazel—whom everyone presumed dead—had managed to slip away and flee to this remote sanctuary. “Come closer, Abere. You look remarkably vibrant; have you feasted well?” Azazel questioned. “I have absorbed many dead human spirits, my Lord!” "I am famished!" Azazel’s form, which moved like a swirling shadow, began to rotate violently. A faint light emanated from his gaping maw, siphoning essence from Abere’s body. They shared their strength—powers Abere had harvested from restless spirits.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

Crymillia was able to use Demonic Skills and [Supreme Regeneration] while Azazel had Heavenly Arts and holy elemental attacks. With every attack that Azazel was able to land on Crymillia, she kept getting weaker. Her ultimate form allows her to heal even holy element attacks, only at a very slow rate. “You really did get stronger, I’ll say that.” Azazel threw a comment. “But I am still superior.” Crymillia was breathing a bit heavily but maintained her composure. “It seems so.” “I’ll let you go if you tell me what you need the crystal for.” “I already told you. No reason really, but Pearl might know what to do with it.”

The way it should be. Energy from unfamiliar regions welled into him and washed away all his tiredness. He became the killing machine that had always lurked inside him. His "animal", as he called it, crawled out of its cage to harvest bloody crops. It pulled and tugged on its leash, but the shackles Azrael had placed on it still held. But he knew how quickly it could break free. Just a moment of inattention, a tiny distraction in this delicate state, was enough to destroy everything.

I decide that I wanted some scotch, and I was wondering if he wanted the same. “Would you like one?” “Yes, make mine neat as well.” I handed him the drink and waited till he was ready to talk to me, but sadly I never been the patient person. “So, what’s going on Azazel that you felt the need to come to me at such a late hour?” “It’s about Lucifer. He wants to be the one in charge of hell because he feels that you’re not well fit to rule it. He’s trying to gather up anyone that will join him.”