Dxd Azazel Novels & Stories

He just sat there, gaze fixed forward like a sentinel of war. "That’s Theron," Nyx murmured in my mind, her voice a low purr. "Azazel’s beta." I blinked, staring at him through Nyx’s eyes. "No wonder," I breathed, the realization settling deep in my chest. They were cut from the same savage cloth. Azazel sat on a horse beside him, watching Blackmaw burn, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He turned towards me and stretched out his hand like I had passed a test or showed I wasn't a coward.

Surely this was a mistake. “No, unfortunately it is not.” A deep guttural voice said behind him. The voice was chilling to say the least, what was more chilling was the eyes that peered back at him when he turned to verify it was who he thought. Azazel stood over 6ft tall, just like his twin Abaddon, he had midnight colored hair and crystal blue eyes. One would think they were pretty if they didn’t know what was hiding behind them. “You’re a long way from your kingdom, your majesty.” Daniel stuttered. Azazel was the only person Daniel feared. He was in charge of making sure Daniel knew the consequences of letting a soul slip through his fingers.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

he said then vanished into thin air. He's just a necromancer? No. A necromancer is not physically able to keep up with a vampire's speed, nor have the strength of a werewolf and a fox. Azazel is not JUST a necromancer. While running, Azazel is smirking. He thinks that it is time to have a little father and daughter reunion. She let Nerissa live her life the way she wanted to years and not bothering her, but he always knows when something happened to her.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.

sits by the stool and waited patiently, across him was sitting his tiny dwarf, Stoker.Azazel was a mysterious man. He is tense from subducting so much anger, burying it so that he can get up and do the same tedious job over and over.He is bitter, confused and full of resentment.He had a heroic personality...which attracted girls towards him.Yet his prey only comes to him. What a lucky brat he is.It was two in the morning when he was drinking the fresh blood of a rabbit Stoker had killed for his master while the servant was eating the dead bunny.In the stroke of the midnight when the owls hooted and the leaves rustled in the surroundings of the old abandoned witch house...Azazel knew it was

I growled and glared at the sky where she stood. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She clutched me, gasping. “Xavier…!” “I’ve got you,” I rasped. “Stay behind me.” “Alpha, we are not going to be able to fight her when she is in the sky.” Hunter said, and I nodded, knowing that he was right. Lorenzo staggered to his feet again, blood soaking his shirt, eyes burning with cold, murderous determination. “XAVIER!” he barked, pointing at Valerie. “If she dies, if Lisa kills her, darkness will consume everything. Do you understand me?!”

Her eyes went venomous. She spoke slowly, making sure I heard every word. "Letting my son use his ashes as a potty was already giving him face. If it weren't for you, I would have fed his ashes to the dogs." "What... what did you say?" My voice trembled. I could hardly believe my ears. Hudson walked over, arms folded, then hooked an arm around Stella. "Damon, if it weren't for your father, Zane would have been aborted long ago."

“Of course there is the explanation that if people believe something, reality can be affected. Maybe that's what happens with a healing ritual or a healing experience. spiritual. On the other hand, just as there is no concrete proof that ancestral spirits and totemic animals exist, there is no concrete proof that they do not exist. “Well, Professor, you surprised me. I expected you to be more hardline with these matters. The waitress arrived with the plates. Sizeable portions, and the food looked great. "Thanks," Damien said. "I'll have another mai tai." Theresa, would you like another drink? - Why not? Since she said she was famished, Damien thought she would dive in. immediately into her m

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.