Azazel, the former king of hell.

Azazel, the former king of hell. Many believe he created most of the monsters we fear such as Cthulhu, Vampires, Werewolves and even dragons.

 

 

 

A few of Azazel's lovers

Down through the ages his lovers has been so numerous he long ago lost count.  They consist of immortals and mortals alike,

He isn't bonded by the human customs of choosing a lover.  Nor the human standard in what is beautiful.

 His non constricted behavior is what has made him a legend among mortal and immortals alike.

The Destroyer

This is how Ana sees him in one of her walks through time.

Some immortals can change appearance at will.

The Destroyer.

Chapter 1- The Immortal Lover

                                                                      Chapter 1
                                The Azazaelese Year of 349 Trillion.

    The magnificent blue topaz and rose garnet palace floats unmoving and unaided in the aither of the realm of the outer heavens as the beauteous Queen Paranorma of the Kingdom of Azazaeland stood with her back to her attendances as she looked out the floor to ceiling window over the expansive sparkling lake where the waters shimmered like diamonds and wonders how did her life, kingdom and marriage come to this?

    It has been over six million Azazaelese years since she and her husband Azazael has made love. Nothing had been the same since the war. But she stayed to keep their world together so she smiled and wave at the many air pedestrians as millions of her winged children and descendants filled the air; gracefully floating her pure white topaz window as they lazily flapped their wings. She watched with semi-sweetness how many inherited their father or grandfather attrition and how many inherited her own.

    Some passed bearing a perplexed expression, wondering what's wrong as they watch the matriarch of their worlds face changed from one puzzling emotion to another.

   The war Paranormael and Azazael fought over six million years ago divided the kingdom, seemingly forever. Heaven had to intervene to resolve their fighting. The lost of lives was piling up because the fighting became so furious. Neither was willing to heed the pleads of their children to stop fighting. Both was equally determined to win. Eventually he won, captured her army and cities which was made mostly their offsprings and dragged her back to the capital city against her will. She felt she lost because all of her lovers betrayed her. They all promised if she encouraged her trillions upon billions of children to revolt against Azazael's iron rule they'd come to her aid. They did not. Not a single one.

   It was said the war waged on for so long because Azazael refused to fight back in all his might against her but she never believed that lie. All the children and their children' children sided with her against him and his army is why the war was prolonged. When he finally broke through the ranks of her army and stormed the palace and was finally face to face with her. His eyes was orbs of fire when he drew his blade back to strike but halted, for he couldn't behead her. He stared at her with an icy cold, piercing glare for a few second and then threw the blade at her feet and walked away. She watched the purplish red cape bellow out behind him as he walked out the door. That's when she knew he still loved her. He instructed his regiment to drag her back to the main palace where he locked up her in a dungeon that didn't exist when she left him to build her own kingdom.

   Over the next six million years they were polite to each other and even courtesy at times. This made their offsprings happy to see them together. She reclaimed her seat on the throne of Azazaeland and their children which he killed for uprising against him; he even petitioned to bring them out of celestial prison. But nothing was the same. Even the other queens shunned her now. No one attended her galas anymore except freeloaders and angels who mostly attended to report back to Father. Out of their 186 children eighty six belonged to other kings who refused to acknowledge them and grant them their inheritance. All men are liars.

   She turned slightly as someone entered. Oh, it was him. So she graciously turns back around. But that didn't defer his intend.

   “Paranorma, we need to talk about your future here,” he said opening the dialogue to her stiff regal back.

   “If you think for one second I'm giving any of your whores my crown then you've another think coming!” She cried to the clear crystal facing of the topaz window frame without turning around.  

  “That's not what I come for. I came because I can't keep up this charade, this facade any longer. You're unhappy, I'm unhappy. The only ones happy in all of this  are the children. You're very beautiful, you'll find another king willing to ignore the gossip and wed you. You can go on and have fulfilling life.”

   She heard the rustle of a scroll opening, she turned to see what he had in his hand. He extended the scroll to her via her personal servant. For Paranorma refused to accept anything from him since he locked her in the dungeon when the war first ended. She took the golden tiangans with a scroll attached and looked at it. It was written in the language of Heaven so it was important, it was a divorce decree.

   “The children won't stand for this! Half of the Azazaeland kingdom is mine's!”

   He knew she'd protest. But he was sick of this undynamic, stagnant life, sick of his children giving him hateful glances and sick of her cold shoulders. They hadn't made love in over six million years. So what did she expect?

   “I don't care what they will stand for! I'm sick of living this way. One hundred of them, I'm their father. They aren't mine's. The other eighty-six can all live in your part of the kingdom. I've been as civil about this shit as I'm going to be. Take the arrangement and stay out of my life if you wish to remain here at the palace. We built those six worlds many years ago and you haven't help me built any since. Take your three worlds and stay in your half of the palace.” 

   She threw the scroll at retreating back, hitting him in the center and teleports out. She was going to Father and tell Him what Azazael was trying to do.

    She preferred not to go to the Throne and kneel upon the glassy sea. That was too public. She had been embarrassed and humiliated enough. Instead she goes to the Prayer Room of the Throne and kneel before the Throne of Mercy and plead her case. Father listened and waited until she finished before gently replying,

    “Dear daughter, you know I love you but you were both wrong. You were both unfaithful and broke My Law. But the kingdoms does belongs to the child which I have given them to. I enforced his hand and wrote the creed giving you half. But my child, you can not force anyone to stay with you if they're unhappy. I asked you before you wedded Azazael did not you want to wait and receive your own Queensland and you told me no, it would take forever to receive one. But seeing the heaviness of your heart I'm giving you what was originally intended to be yours.”

   Believing her Father to be finished she lifted her eyes up in an alien world of red poppy-like flowers and purple greenish trees. It was beautiful but how was she supposed to create anything here when she had no mate. It takes two to make a world habitable. Some did it alone but that took forever and she didn't have that kind of patience. She rose a few slabs of garnet stones out the ground with her powers and structured them into a doorway but it didn't have the grandeur of Azazaeland.  

  “Father, at times can be as chauvinistic as his sons,” she intrinsically mumbled and disappeared. Deciding she'd rather make love to Azazael than stay in this Godforsaken place.
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Can Azazel remain true?

Down through the ages of human history his name has been heard and often feared. He's know by many names; king of hell, demon, destroyer, all which is wrong with the world. But many has known him in a different light. A tender light. He's the legendary lover that legends are made from. Many believe he may had been Casanova, himself. Some say he's actually Eros. But a few have known for sure and lived to tell the story. His heavenly name is Azazael. His fallen name is Azazel.

  This incredible handsome, versicolored haired man is like none other. His capability to enhance a woman; mortal or immortal is what has made him a legend before the creation of our world.

  He takes love but rarely, sincerely gives it. His hands and lips are sweltering hot but his heart is cold as the shores of an netherworld. His heart is unable to be captured for it belongs to another. One he has sought since he lost her. Knowing the legend of his long love many believed she was the one only to be disappointed. Down through the ages many has paid a tragic price for daring to fall in love with him. After all, he once ruled hell with an iron fist so he had a stone-cold heart.

   He have existed in every society as either an Emperor, Ruler, Chief, King, prince, warrior, Duke, Marquess, Earl, Count, Viscount, Baron but most often as god. He felt he didn't allow heaven

 to tell him what to do so he most definitely wasn't taking orders from creatures beneath him.

 

But wealth, fame and power far beyond that of even world leaders can he get on the straight and narrow path and stay there even for the woman he loves or will his celebrated life style destroy them?