Helltaker #azazel Novels & Stories

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.

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

“We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---” “Hmm, who would have thought?” Gaia snickered, holding her mates a little closer as she smiled at Ashley, who happily grinned back. “That Hell’s Alpha was this kind of man?” Who would have thought indeed…?

“Boss has a lot more on his plate than dealing with nobodies like you.” “Whom are you calling nobody, huh? Do you have a death wish?” Akshat, the angry gamma, growled, grabbing the guard by his collars and hauling him off the ground. “Apologize to our Alpha!” he demanded, thrusting the guard at the feet of Zayden.

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

He would have come to her much earlier if HE hadn't prevented him. After Azrael had told her about HIM, his COMPANION, everything became clear to her and she had told him why he had always behaved so badly. HE was his old personality, the animal side of him. She had suppressed him, the real Azrael. But thanks to the medication, the daily injection, they got that under control.