Demon Azrael Novels & Stories

Auntie Skyler begins, her voice cautious yet welcoming, “this is Azrael. They have come seeking your aid.” Azrael steps forward, the shadows swirling around them as they finally lower their hood. A face both ancient and ageless gazes upon me, eyes filled with wisdom that seems to pierce straight through to my soul. I feel a jolt of recognition deep within me, as if some long-forgotten memory stirs at the sight of this enigmatic stranger. “Savage,” Azrael speaks, their voice a melodic blend of whispers and echoes, “the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny. The realms are in peril, and only you possess the power to set things right.”

Derek added, "That's Azazel. He's an orphan from the northern warzone. When we found him, he was surviving on corpses, fighting vultures for scraps." Tabitha recoiled in horror. "He… ate human flesh?" "Rotting flesh, to be precise. When survival's at stake, people will do anything. Azazel named himself after the biblical demon, symbolizing exile and cursed power. He's the leader here. Do you know why he bullies Kyrian?" Tabitha guessed, "He wants to be the leader, and Kyrian won't bow to him?" Derek nodded. "Exactly. Kyrian's young, but he's got a strong will. He won't back down, so Azazel targets him."

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

A man tapped my shoulder, I turned. He was taller than me and had long silky hair the color of wheatgrass. His skin was pale and his limbs were a little awkwardly long. He had a warm smile and a concerned look in his eyes. He was a little cute. “I’ve never seen an avian demon before.” He grinned. “I’m Varian. Can I help you find something?” I sniffed briefly. He was fae, some sort of nature fae. Silently, I thanked the deity for help.

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’

I’m one such miracle. Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.

I reply. Zeke suddenly knocked and entered my office letting us know that the room was ready. I led Layla down the hall as servants and lower level demons walked around us bowing as they walked by. Occasionally there would be whispheres among them and no doubt they were wondering who exactly Layla was. "So what do you think about the underworld my lady?" Zeke asks Layla to help take the focus away from all the whispering servants. "It's actually very nice. It kind of reminds me a little of a big castle that's underground." Layla replies honestly.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.