Azrael Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“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.

I asked again to test her to convince me. “Many” “And who are you again? What is your role?” “I am Michael, and I am an archangel, who was assigned to gather all of the fallen angels to bring them back to heaven” She answered and I became speechless because I didn’t expect this all. I lost my wife, my career and now I am an angel. An angel of death. WOW!

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

As they lay dying, their form flickering between shadow and substance, they gasped out one final message: “Azrael… he's coming. The prophecy… must not…” Then they dissolved into nothing, leaving only a lingering chill in the air. “Azrael?” I turned to Liora. “As in, the fallen angel Azrael?” “The same.” Liora's expression was grim. “He seeks to prevent a prophecy — one that involves you, dear one.” That's when my mates finally burst in, skidding to a halt at the sight of my new… accessories.

A third slipped a pair of silver heels onto my feet. I hadn’t spoken a word. And yet, it was all done. Then they stepped back and stared at me, eyes shining with something close to reverence. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. Azrael was already standing there, facing the arched windows at the end of the hall, dressed in black from head to toe—tailored suit, obsidian cufflinks, and that same jagged scar catching the early morning light. He turned at the sound of my footsteps.

He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way. "Drake." Ethan called him in a warning tone before he averted his eyes on me. "Speak now, Cielle. What happened to that event?" I heave a deep sigh and shake my head at him, "I don't know." "People died back there, and our name is being blamed for it! If it gets to the authorities, we'll be doomed!" Drake hissed at me and my eyes sharpened while looking back at him. "How could you let this happen to a project that you're handling?"