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Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

I was sent back to my room by his rogue werewolves and ever since then, he had more werewolves guarding his chambers. Finally, after days of tireless investigation, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber. Its entrance was concealed behind an ornate tapestry, and curiosity compelled me to pull it aside. Inside, ancient tomes lined the shelves, their pages filled with forgotten knowledge. My hands trembled as I reached for the nearest book, its leather cover worn with age. Dust flew into the air as I blew on it before cracking it open. The pages revealed Azrael's true nature, a dark force driven by vengeance and an insatiable hunger for dominance and it wasn't just cause that is his personality all

he asked while looking at Azrael. Azrael ogled at Rad first, “Stole the book after having an argument with Radeuriel. Thought I would blackmail him before returning it, but decided it wasn’t that fun. Peered into the pages and viola, I found that.” she said it coolly like it’s not a big thing. Rad twitched his lips on Azrael’s confession. The discussion continues and Rogziel asked Rad, “How long it has been there?” Rad shrugged as if he condoned what Azrael did, “I don’t know. I’m not the one who wrote things there, I just keep it. Read it not long before Azrael does.” he replied while looking down on his shoes.

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger.

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

“Or was she just caught between two monsters?” My chest clenched. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know anymore who the monster was. ---- An hour later, I felt her. The shadows shifted. The air chilled. And from the treeline stepped Lilith’s executioner - Azrael. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something… in between. His eyes were solid black. No whites. No soul. “You stole from our Queen,” he hissed. I stood and rolled my shoulders. “I’m owed more than she ever gave me.”

Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon. The air grew thick and hot. The candles flared unnaturally high. Then the shadows in the room coalesced into something massive. He stepped out of the darkness like he owned it. Azrael was beautiful in the most terrifying way. Towering over seven feet tall, with obsidian skin that seemed to drink in light, glowing crimson eyes, and a muscular body carved from pure sin. Horns curved back from his head, and massive black wings were folded behind him. His presence filled the room with raw, ancient power.

The image Azrael inserted into my brain is rather disturbing; I can see him in his angel form, smiling like a king while his tiny servants are bringing him bananas and fanning him with palm leaves. "Glad you changed your lifestyle," I say. "Sad really," Azrael sighs dramatically. "I immensely enjoyed that lifestyle. It's a shame my temple got destroyed," "Destroyed?" I ask. "What happened to it?" "An entire army of vampires attacked it," Azrael replies, and then his eyes turn serious. "I couldn't fight them; they were too many. And in the end, I flew away to accept my defeat somewhere else. Blood was gushing out from my wounds, so I expected death,"