Novel & Cerita Azrael Santi

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

I was staring at her waiting for her to answer me when Katrina broke the silence. "Crown Princess Crimson, Azrael," Katrina said. "Yes, you crossed paths with Azrael," Rosa added. "Azrael? Who is that?" Leon asked but we all kept quiet. "Crimson! Who the fucking hell is Azrael?" Leon yelled, his voice making shivers run down my throat.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱ It hurt, but even though he kept laughing and my body seemed to fall apart, it wasn’t what really hurt. It would be foolish to say that it didn’t hit me at all in his words and how sudden it all had been - but it was far from the first time. Too far to surprise me again, to cause me anything but anger.

Anaya, I'm sorry, I will run away from this world all alone, I don't want to bring you with me, you should stay, take care of your siblings, make a life, get married and be happy. Asher, I love you, baby, your brother is going to go to heaven, I will pray for you every day, I need you to know that you've always been my favourite, my number one. Please, live on, move on, I'm not worth your tears or sadness. Hey, Andrew

I can't help but grit my teeth when the stinky blood of a rogue wafted heavily on my nose. "Dear ancestors, hear my plea. Help me find the rogues and the Ravens. I have here the blood of a rogue and something that belongs to the Raven. Help me find them. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti , Amen! " Elena said and then she slowly closed her eyes. I just stared at her and waited for what would happen next. But after a while, I still don’t see anything happening in my surroundings. I don't know but I'm expecting the same thing would happen just like the first time I brought Elena here and there's a strong wind that I feel like my soul just left my body.

His shoulders are large and muscled up, yet his arms are small with just the right amount of muscles to complement his shoulder. The water around me bounces, as Azrael steps in walking straight towards me. His eyes zero on mine, his thin yet perfect lips curling in a small smile. They are tinted with a natural pink, and as he halts mere inches before me the whiff of jasmines, and sandalwood hit my nostrils. But there is something more to the scent, something hidden in the undertone of the sandalwood that sends a shiver down my spine.

“What the hell is going on? These men dragged me from my apartment. Please tell me what’s happening!” Freya couldn’t speak. Tears were already running down her cheeks. Azrael emerged from the shadows near the altar. Tall, impossibly perfect, wearing only black pants. His muscular torso was bare, eyes glowing blood red in the candlelight. He looked like sin given flesh. Sophie screamed when she saw him. Azrael moved fast. He grabbed Sophie by the throat and slammed her down onto the large stone altar at the front of the church, right beneath the broken crucifix. “Freya,” he said calmly, voice dripping with dark pleasure, “strip your sister. Slowly. I want you to feel every second of this.”

“Bethan Mitsuki.” Azrael looked nothing like he did now, he was slender and feminine with his long black hair, longer than mine and catlike eyes. He also wore square glasses that stayed on the bridge of his nose with a bright smile I’ve never seen. He sat on the ground beside a female with hot pink hair and piercings on parts on her body including her exposed tongue that made gave her a quirky personality. Ben had his arms placed above both their heads. I chuckled at the image before I stopped and realized something.

Azrael and Astria, my precious babies, are lying on the bed, looking adorable in their outfits. Azrael, my little gentleman, is dressed in a miniature suit that makes him look uncannily like his father, Hades. He exudes a sense of maturity, despite his tender age. His dark hair is perfectly messy, and his bright eyes sparkle with mischief. Astria, my tiny princess, is a vision in pink. Her dress accentuates her dark curls, making them pop against her porcelain skin. She looks like a ballerina, ready to twirl across the stage. Her eyes shine with excitement, and I can sense her eagerness to explore.

“What is time displacement you mentioned?” “He’s proficient in the laws of time; how could such a lower-realm person be able to comprehend the laws of time? This is very dangerous to be in the hands of a low-realm human.” Azrael said, pondering a bit. “And you are?” Father Stan asked. “Are you from the Vatican? Are you able to help?” Sir Aldridge asked. Azrael was silent for a good while. Then he looked at the people in front of him. “I’m Azrael. The Vatican summoned and sent me here to help with this, Blake Elon,” Azrael said, confirming their suspicions.