Dxd Azazel Novels & Stories

I nearly choked. “Not accurate in the slightest.” The look Zuri gave me told me she didn’t buy into my bullshit for one second. She flipped over the third card and the words Valeria had spoken roared in my ears. “You are of the dark, a piece of the vastness that is the night sky. You are her Reaper.” She turned to Nox, her eyes carving him in two. “You are of the moon and stars, a fragment of light which will guide her way.”

So without asking them any questions, I sat on the side with Felicity. Confusion filled me while waiting for them to speak up, until Drake spoke in a serious way. "We heard about what happened at the last event project you accepted, Cielle." I quirk a brow while looking straight at him, not backing down to how dark he gazes at me. "A failure, don't you think?" I leaned on the chair as a smirk slowly made its way to my lips, "What about it?" "Yeah, what about it?" He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way.

Destiny can sure play dirty games at times. “Cassie!” I call and she jumps in fright. “Follow me” I instruct as I place the mic on the stand and that earns me confused glances from both mum and Ella. I’m going to explain everything to them later, I need to sort this out right here and now. “Alpha Elijah” Cassie calls with a tiny voice and I close my eyes and deeply inhale her very sweet Pheromone that only I can perceive. The mate bond is so strong that the decision I’m about to make right now causes my heart to bleed, but I have to do it.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

"What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up. .....His voice sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a dream he was really there. He had black jeans and a black blazer on and he looked absolutely amazing under the moonlight. His hair was perfectly jelled up and his blue eyes were glittering like diamonds when the moon rays fell on them.

I then wondered if my mother knows him as well and I will not lie, I was excited by the thought of getting more information on him. "Forgive me for the interuption, it is about Vilcron." Macheno apprised with discernible apprehension and the Devil's displeasure intensified into rage. It was only then that his brother's attention was diverted to Macheno. The Devil's equal looked undeniably sexy when his eyes slightly narrowed and he sighed in annoyance before turning to his back. "Couldn't you have found a much better time, Arzedus?" Cassien's voice was sharply reprimanding.

Frowning, Gadriel walks up to Azazel and mutters, “Azazel, what are you doing here?” Azazel gives the council members a disrespectful scowl and pulls Nevaeh into his embrace. “Not that it’s any of your bloody business, but I’m selling my Hellcat to Alexander. He showed interest in it a couple of weeks ago, and I was in the market, so I brought my lady here to get one last ride before it exchanged hands.” Lukan’s expression sours as he tries to find a way to discredit Azazel’s claim. “Really?” He says in a disbelieving tone.

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

'Fuck me sideways, that boy really has been keeping you in the dark, hasn't he? I frowned. 'What do you mean?' Raising his hand to the back of his neck, he squeezed as if to ease the tension, which seemed such an un-Oscar-like action because Oscar didn't need to ease the tension. He caused the tension. He was the tension. 'Sweetheart, don't you get it?' he said. 'The Great War is a lie. A fantasy. Azazel's fantasy to be exact. He's always cultivated this idea of a new world, where he gets to sit on the Throne of the First while using his greatest weapon – Helel – to crush the bones of the Angels until they are nothing but a bad memory. The problem is, that Throne is not his to claim, it's He