Helltaker #azazel Novels & Stories

“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.

“You have a daughter of your own. You should really be burned alive.” “Who are you?” he repeated. “Do you really want to know?” I mocked him and he nodded. I reached into my back pocket producing a gun. “I am Azaziel, the angel of death.” He was about to make a movement but I beat him to it. I shot him in close range. His blood splattered everywhere, even to my face. I licked the ones near my lips, savoring the tangy taste. He was still writhing on the floor and I made another shot. Finally, he stopped spasming.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

"I don't want to, because… "Luther Spencer, you disgust me," Callista spat. Luther jolted awake in panic, and he rushed into the bathroom. He scrubbed his body over and over again. He nearly peeled his skin off. His eyes were bloodshot, and he mumbled unconsciously, "Honey, I'm clean now. I'm not dirty anymore. I've cleaned everything off. Please don't think I'm disgusting. "I even threw up what I ate. Please, don't hate me. I'll make sure no one else ever comes here again."

"But -" "Lillith, listen to me. Would you have found him if he’d been Taken?" She nodded, wiping her wet cheek on her knee. Nick being Taken, becoming one of the countless people that had stepped too close to a dark corner and become, for lack of a better word, possessed by a shade, was our biggest fear. When they took hold of your body they forced you from it, sending your wandering soul to the other world whilst they used your flesh to fight the rest of us in the light of day. It was these faces that Lillith searched, trying to find our brother.

“We have people whose only job is to keep us clean and protected, right? So how come we have demonic attachments?” “What d’you mean?” Isaac asked from behind the camera. “I know I got rid of a dark attachment down there. And it was demonic. If it’s still there, it ain’t no scavenger or parasite or whatever they call it.” “Whoa, whoa! Are you saying—?” “That’s what’s in the basement, bro: a beep -ing demon.” He sat up and turned to Isaac and the camera again, stretching out his hand as to show something to his friend. “We’re supposed to be protected, right?”

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

And on the day of Matthew’s funeral, the demon rose. Now, Azazel wore Matthew’s skin like a shroud, standing once more in the heart of this little church. Shaking himself out of the memory, Azazel shook his head and tilted Matthew’s face toward the altar. He met Khatri’s eyes, knowing the priest had been staring at him all the time. Azazel…no…Matthew smiled and it came out sweet and gentle on his lips, but in his mind’s eye, the smile was pure evil. Khatri’s pupils dilated, and the scent of arousal lifted off his body like incense.

CHAPTER 29 GABRIEL *WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My Bella was still in hospital when my men had captured Mason and took him to the location I asked them to. That son of b***h maintained an arrogant attitude even though he was hanging from a beam by heavy chains! By the time I got there, my men had already had lots of fun with him. The place reeked of fresh blood. When I walked in, he started swearing at me and shouted out loud all that he was going to do to me once he was out of there! I just smirked, then gave him one of my dangerous looking glares and asked him who eve

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.