Romans & histoires Dxd Azazel

“When did you learn this? I mean, isn't that one of the ancient swords of the cyclones?” Abigail caressed the smooth body and sighed. “I was given after the nightmare. Did I forget to say that I was sent into a torturous world filled with nightmare, I was killed and reformed after thousands of centuries.” Zeres immediately chuckled softly. “I can't believe thousands of centuries passed in just one night.” The air around them right now showed that the demons haven't reached them yet. Ezekiel had discovered that someone was puppeteering these demons to work and stop Ezekiel from entering Viscarria. His own City which he ruled as a permanent ruler.

Azazel is back to being cold, harsh, and ruthless. But instead of being scared, I felt something else. He's waking up something in me. Azazel stood up and took a cup of wine. He drank it and lit a cigarette. I noticed how he lit it up while looking at me. I paused biting my lower lip as I examined his body. I only just took a good look at it. His complexion isn't that white, he's not tanned, and his skin tone is just right. His body is not a joke. I'd say he's got a body to die for. Just by looking at him, you can tell he has a tough body. He has broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and six tight abs. Any woman would want to have her body touched. They will do everything just to be with him fo

he said as he extended his hand to help him up . after helping him up he felt a shiver down his spine his every nerve screaming at him to turn back to see what it was but he knew better and tried to run for it but. " kyaaa!! I've been looking for you so you were here training with Micheal huh?" she said as she continued to hug and squeeze him . " ah..this giant woman....azazel let me go ". this woman is the archangel of death Azazel he calls her giant woman cause her height is about 8ft 5 and he's about 6'5 so yeah.

Azazel’s smile dropped and he gripped the bars, “Don’t get too cocky over it. Those wolves are useless anyway. You are a fool if you think that’s all I have.” “Yeah, you have the quality to use your fucking mouth a lot to spill utter nonesense.” Uncle Dom mocked and Azazel scowled. “Say whatever you like, Asphalt. But I’ll be having the final laugh when I take over all of your souls, including your precious daughter’s.” “Go to hell–oh wait, you come from there. Then go to a terrible place where you will be tortured endlessly!” I shouted and Markus showed me a thumbs up.

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

Theodore answered with a bright smile on his face. "Why didn't you dodge the punch?" Gad asked. "it was too fast for me to dodge." Theodore replied nonchalantly. "That's bullshit and you know it." Gad replied. "What do you mean by that Gad?" Phidius asked. "Master, we both know Azazel's strength. There is no way he wouldn't have been able to dodge that punch. And there is also no way a single punch from Calix would be able to knock him out." Gad explained.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The spells bounced off his body. Reni and Killian threw more spells at him, yet nothing affected him. "Do you know who I am? I am Azazel, the prince of demons. I am powerful, I am a God. Do you really think your petty spells would work on me?" he asked. Reni and Dreya were already pale, they had used most of their power to attack Azazel. Azazel raised a hand and the both of them fell to their knees. "I will finally end this, he is weak and will give up soon. And then his body will be all mine. But as for you two, you have made me angry and I am going to kill you both" he told them.

“About bloody time, you two showed up. I was starting to feel foolish standing here looking at the time on my cellphone like a wanker.” Kell gives him a wolfish smile and shrugs. “Sorry, bro.” He mutters with a not so sorry voice. Azazel gives him a withering glare. “Yeah, right, mate, sure you’re sorry.” He says with a sarcastic snicker. It’s strange to think about Azazel uncomfortable anywhere. He’s just such a large presence. The man is over six feet tall, with gold, blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. He’s muscled and attractive. I mean, he can give a young Brad Pitt a run for his money with his movie-star looks. Today he’s wearing black jeans, a white Henley, steel-toed boots, and a bl

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but whomever it is will pay the price,” Azazel clenched his fists. He will burn them to the ground. Hang them in the dungeons by his thumbs and bleed until they beg for mercy. They will plead, but he won’t stop. He will empty them and then kill them all for trying even to attempt to take him away from his doll. He looked around, and the room seemed painfully colorless due to the lack of his wife. Tristan relaxed his shoulders in defeat. “You scared us all, Azazel. You have no idea,” Tristan’s words got lost in Azazel’s head. He turned his head in the other direction and focused on the drops in the IV drip.