The Eternal Idol Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

“That’s… a terrible fate.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But it happens. Especially during wars with demons. When we fall, we vanish. But when demons are killed they’re cast into the Abyss, a bottomless pit of eternal descent, surrounded by darkness, never touching ground, never finding rest. I’m not sure which fate is worse.” I drew in a shaky breath. “I used to think gods were almighty and untouchable. But it seems even divinity comes with pain and rules.” Zevarion looked at me with eyes that held centuries of sorrow. “Power doesn’t make you immune to loss. Sometimes, it makes it worse.”

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.