Azrael Diablo Novels & Stories

Rylan's sneer was venomous as he stepped forward. "This ends tonight." I drew my blade. "We decide that." The air was electric. Rylan raised his hand. Out of the darkness stepped Azrael — a giant form cloaked in shadow and power, eyes burning with ancient fire. Rylan's smile widened. "Meet the real storm at my command." Fear twisted in my stomach. Azrael's gaze locked with mine — centuries of fury and black magic seething within. The war was no longer steel and blood. It was destiny.

Azrael cried out, his climax coming rapidly as Azazel pounded into him relentlessly. "Cum, Azrael!" He cried out in pleasure. "Do not hold back! Let loose! Take everything I am offering you, and give back everything I am asking for!" He kissed Azrael hungrily, his hands moving over his body, exploring every inch of his angelic form, with a possessiveness that made him shudder with desire. Azazel's fingers played with his nipples, pinching lightly before sliding back into the crevice of the angel's buttocks, pressing him firmly against his massive grit.

Looking at the state they were in, they will just hinder Mara from accomplishing the plan she has devised for herself. "YOU'VE GONE weaker, Azrael," Greed mocked when their swords met again. He then casted a spell which repelled Azrael, causing him to create a hole on the ground when he fell on his knees. Azrael was about to get back on his feet when Sloth suddenly appeared behind him with a huge smirk. His spear was about to stab him but he redirected it on time and jump away. Greed and Sloth are not giving Azrael a second to breathe. They attack after an attack until they landed a fatal blow. Azrael vomited blood upon recieving a stab from Sloth's spear made with black fire and a slash fro

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

“But please be careful. I know from experience that guys, who look like him, have wandering eyes.” Ava looked around, seeing boys glancing at her with hurt. While the girls look at her with happy or jealous looking faces. When she turned back to Mavis, she no longer saw that from her friend. “Don’t worry, Mavis. Azrael is a good guy; he wouldn’t hurt me.” “Azrael,” Mavis gave Ava a questioning look. “As in the Angel of Death, Azrael?”

“Armaloth, my friend, there has been a long time without you being around.” “I heard you will be here in heaven, with us, for a visit, so I thought to enjoy your presence. What has life been like for you so far? Azrael smiled sincerely as he greeted me. Unfortunately, our story ended the moment I was banished to the underworld. But that's no reason to be rude to him. After all, he and I were always the best team around. “Azrael, my old friend, yes, it has been a long time since we saw each other." I watched him, assessing his power and ability. Yes, Azrael is lethal, in fact, one of the best in battle, and maybe he has even improved over time.

"You are not even a leader. You are just a jailer." I looked at the swirling vortex above. "Centuries ago, I sealed this gate. I locked the darkness away. And you... you and your cult were left here to guard it. But you got greedy. You wanted to open it to get power. You are not saving the world. You are trying to free the devil!" Azrael’s face twisted into pure hatred. "So what if I am?! The power here is too great! I deserve to be a God!" He suddenly threw himself backward, landing on the altar. He grabbed a dagger and slashed his own palms, smearing his blood onto the stone.

He flashed his teeth as he growled, “Fuck. I want to watch you play with yourself some time.” My eyes fluttered as my body reacted to his words. Gods, he knew just what buttons to push. It was wholly unfair. Still straddling Draco’s lap, I watched as Azrael removed a vial from the pocket of his crumpled breeches. As he poured its contents onto his fingers, my breath hitched. It was oil, slick and glossy beneath the dazzling moon. As Draco palmed my bare breasts, cursing under his breath, Azrael brought his lips to my ear and chuckled low, “Did you not think I’d come prepared?”

♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

I stepped back and so Azrael. "Azrael, you can not hide this from me. This can be a mistake but the matter in hand is serious. You need to tell me if there are any souls that went missing and you are searching for that?" Gabriel again asked him in a polite tone. Azrael pulled a diary out of his cape. He read every single page. He then put it back in his place and shook his head again. "All souls in their places. No one is missing. Brother, tell me what is going on?" Azrael replied then asked a question to Gabriel. Gabriel sighed and pushed his wings out again. I did the same as I knew what he was up to.