The Immortal Lover
By A. White This incredibly handsome man with versicolored hair is like none other. His capability to seduce 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 glacially cold. His heart is unable to be captured for it belongs to another. One he has sought since he lost her.
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 or most definitely Don Juan. Some say he’s actually Eros. But a few have known for sure and lived to tell the story. Few knows his heavenly name is Azazael. Most knows hm by his terrifying fallen name; which is Azazel.
After his fall from Grace he was thrown into hell. He became the epitome age old adage, “Heaven doesn’t want me and hell is afraid I’ll take over.” For that’s exactly what Azazel did. Took over and made himself the king of hell. He ruled the cthulhu realms with a relentless iron fist, he dethroned the lord of darkness and reign supreme for eons upon eons. He built cities, added structure. Turned hell not into a place of punishment if one obeyed him. Hell was no longer a place of punishment as to why heaven puled him out. Hell is supposed to be a place of punishment.
During his diabolical reign, there was one thing his heart never grew cold to and that was to the love of his second wife whom he lost before falling from Grace. The severity of his many imprisonments and divine mind erasures have left his mind foggy to what she looked like but he remember her tender love for him. Driving her away has been his only regret.