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.
