The Of Azrael Novels & Stories

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

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.

“You cannot resist what was born with you. You will either destroy them… or destroy yourself.” Aiden’s chest tightened. “He’s not just fighting them… he’s fighting himself.” --- The Serpents’ Leader Emerges From the shadows, a figure emerged, larger than any other, clad in black and gold, carrying a staff tipped with a glowing blue crystal—the source of Darius’ command over the Serpents. Darius smirked. “Meet the master… the real puppet master.” Aiden’s stomach turned. “Who the hell is that?” The figure stepped forward. The energy around it was palpable, bending the very air. “I am Azrael,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Luca.”

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

A third slipped a pair of silver heels onto my feet. I hadn’t spoken a word. And yet, it was all done. Then they stepped back and stared at me, eyes shining with something close to reverence. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. Azrael was already standing there, facing the arched windows at the end of the hall, dressed in black from head to toe—tailored suit, obsidian cufflinks, and that same jagged scar catching the early morning light. He turned at the sound of my footsteps.

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.

What the hell am I doing? *** — Today Dean will be sent to mercury, and I will arrange an exorcism process over you.— Rahiel entered the cell in the dungeon when I strapped to the rack.—You're just not yourself, my dear child...— I noticed that his wings have become different now. On the roots, the feathers turned the color of ashes. — I've lost my way, haven't I?—I asked, feeling the fastenings on my arms tighten.— Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, you and other angels have always taught that love is a gift...—

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She moved his head up. "I'm so tired, Athena," Azazel gasped, his voice strained. "Can I rest in your lap? Just for a little while?" He smiled weakly, seeking solace and comfort in her presence. His blood stained her hands, creating a macabre canvas of crimson. In his final moments, there was nowhere he would rather be than in the embrace of her lap, finding peace and sanctuary even amidst the chaos of their circumstances. “No, Azazel,” she shook her head, “Don’t you dare leave me,” she vigorously shook his head.

And…I couldn’t deny that part of my excitement came from knowing that I got to do it with Azrael. By my side, Azrael was taking in the area with quick flickers of his sharp blue eyes. I saw him noting and cataloguing places of interest with the same keenness I felt. Occasionally, he rifled through the files I’d brought and nodded to himself, confirming some detail or other.