TheDemonJev
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2013
- Location
- Illinois, USA
Azazel stood before a golden throne occupied by a man. The man was in a gold trimmed suit. He had shaggy white hair and a shaggier beard. He growled, "Azazel you have gone to far this time." The room shook at his voice. Azazel was a tall spitting image of perfection. From muscle tone to the sound of his voice. "Ah, god can't I have some fun?" Azazel questioned in a pleasant sing-song voice. Slamming his fist down god called forth the archangel Micheal who came bearing a black ceremonial blade. Grabbing it God crossed the room to Azazel. "Good-bye Azazel," he said with a sneer. He plunged the dagger into Azazels heart. Pain is what he felt. Pain is what he felt as black ink forever stained his wings. Pain is what he felt as he went into a freefall to earth.