Dxd Azazel Novels & Stories

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.

He said. “You called my Lord.” Azazel said bowing. He was as tall as Lucifer, with jet black hair matching black eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. He was lust personified. But he felt icky. Like I needed to take at least two showers in searing hot water to even begin to feel clean again. When his eyes met mine, he smiled. He had perfectly straight teeth, part of his allure, I guess. “Stop.” I said when his smile widened. He immediately wiped the smile off his face.

Crymillia was able to use Demonic Skills and [Supreme Regeneration] while Azazel had Heavenly Arts and holy elemental attacks. With every attack that Azazel was able to land on Crymillia, she kept getting weaker. Her ultimate form allows her to heal even holy element attacks, only at a very slow rate. “You really did get stronger, I’ll say that.” Azazel threw a comment. “But I am still superior.” Crymillia was breathing a bit heavily but maintained her composure. “It seems so.” “I’ll let you go if you tell me what you need the crystal for.” “I already told you. No reason really, but Pearl might know what to do with it.”

“You cannot resist what was born with you. You will either destroy them… or destroy yourself.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “He’s not just fighting them… he’s fighting himself.” --- The Serpents’ Leader Emerges From the shadows, a figure emerged, larger than any other, clad in black and gold, carrying a staff tipped with a glowing blue crystal—the source of Darius’ command over the Serpents. Darius smirked. “Meet the master… the real puppet master.” Aiden’s stomach turned. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward. The energy around it was palpable, bending the very air. “I am Azrael,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.”

But Azrael was not one to be outmatched easily. With a wicked grin, Azrael roared, his voice filled with dark triumph. "You think unlocking another forbidden magic can save you? Think again, fools!" He raised his hands, his palms oozing with dark, forbidden magic blood. A malevolent energy crackled in the air as he directed his sinister powers toward Alyssa. She writhed in pain, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her life force was being drained, and I could feel her slipping away from me.

His golden eyes flickered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, haunted by the weight of the choices he had made. Their pace slowed as they reached a secluded corner of the library, bathed in the soft glow of a stained-glass window depicting a scene of heavenly harmony. Azrael halted, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled his first encounter with Azazel. The sheer intensity of his emotions reverberated throughout his body, causing his wings to tremble slightly, their normally pristine white feathers now graced with crimson streaks—a testament to the turmoil that love had ignited within him.

or if they had been paid off to claim someone, the implications of that settled inside me with a frightening certainty, I flew down from the rooftop tracking the reapers scent of sulfur and brimstone, and finally caught up to it, I silently tailed the shadowy cloaked creature using my powers to hide my presence, the reaper headed into the seedier part of town, It entered a bar, A place that reeked of alcohol, human filth, and the kind of people, who dwelled on the dregs of human society, just the kind of place a hell reaper would call home sweet home. I slipped inside and quietly watched as it took a seat in a dark corner, the humans all unaware of its presence, someone else came through the

I pushed the door open and we both stepped in finding Azrael on the floor, growling in pain, his claws digging into his skin as he clawed at his chest. There's blood everywhere. The floor, his face, his body. My heart sank to my stomach. Caspian approached the raging beast, cautiously but deliberately He's half-shited—no, he's switching from human to half-beast to human again. This is not good. “Check the drawer in his closet, you'll find the sacred chains!” Caspian barked. “Get it!” Azrael had gone from growling to full-on roaring now. I quickly moved in search of the chains as I could overhear Caspian trying to handle them.

She stared into the mirror, her reflection showing a woman who no longer existed — eyes hollow, body covered in faint bruises and bite marks from weeks of nightly violations. Azrael materialized behind her in the reflection. His true demonic form was magnificent and terrifying: over seven feet tall, powerfully muscled, skin like polished obsidian marble, long obsidian horns curling back from his forehead, and eyes blazing with intense crimson fire. His massive cock hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already twitching with anticipation. “The time has come, my precious broken slut,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her body like thunder. “You have served well. Tonight, I

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "