The Immortal Lover

Prologue

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

Down through the ages of human history his name has been heard and often feared. He's known by many names; king of hell, demon, destroyer, all which is that wrong with the world. But many have known him in a different light. A tender light, a side of him rarely shown. He's the epic lover that legends are made from. Many believe he may have 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 man with flawless teakwood skin

accented by a magnificent mane of versicolored, flowing hair 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. It's said his gemstone-like azure eyes are totally mesmerizing. Do not glance into them for too long or your soul and body will become all his.

To their dismay many have loved him. He takes love but rarely sincerely gives it. His hands and lips are sweltering hot but his heart is cold. 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 they were she only to be disappointed. Down through the ages many have paid a tragic price for daring to fall in love with him. After all, he once ruled hell with an iron fist so it has been proven he has a heart as hard as stone.

He has existed in every society as either an Emperor, Ruler, Chief, King, prince, warrior, Duke, Marquis, 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.

During his many years of absence many have worn the name.

Committed horrendous deeds in the name of it. These actions have led the worlds to believe there are many different heavenly princes by this dreadful name. But all who know the truth knows there's only one Azazael.

Chapter 1

The Azazaelese Year of 349 Trillion.

(B.C.-Before Creation)

The magnificent blue topaz and rose garnet palace floats unmoving and unaided in the aither of the realm of the outer heavens in the Azazaelese blue topaz sky. The beauteous black haired Queen Paranorma of the Kingdom of Azazaeland stood with her back to her attendants. She looked out on their kingdom from the floor to ceiling window. Her illuminant onyx-like eyes glide over the expansive, sparkling lake where the waters shimmer like diamonds and she 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 have made love. Nothing had been the same since the war. But she stayed to keep their world together so their children would know security. She smiled and wave at the many air pedestrians. Millions of her winged children and descendants filled the air; gracefully floating pass her pure white topaz window as they lazily flapped their wings. She watched with semi-sweetness how many inherited their father or grandfather's attrition and how many inherited her own. In her eyes, they were all shining stars.

Some passed the window bearing a perplexed expression, wondering what's wrong as they watch the Matriarch of their worlds with such sadness? Their face changed from one puzzled emotion to another.

The war Paranormael (her true heavenly name) and Azazael fought over six million years ago divided the kingdom. Heaven had to intervene to resolve their fighting. The loss of lives was piling up because the fighting had become so furious. Neither were willing to heed the pleas of their children to stop fighting. Both were equally determined to win.

After years of fighting and asking her to retreat, he won. He won by leading an all-out assault on her army and captured her army and cities which were made mostly of their offspring and other allies to her children and dragged her back to the capital city against her will. She felt she lost because all her lovers betrayed her. They all promised if she encouraged her billions upon trillions of children to revolt against Azazael's iron rule they'd come to her aid. They did not. Not a single one. The treacherous rakes.

Over the last six million years they were polite to each other and even courteous at times. This made their offsprings happy to see them together again. 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. For an immortal never really dies. Instead, they are locked away in prison for violating a law. Death was alien to their kind. They had all heard of it but knew no one who experienced it. But still, nothing was the same. Even the other queens now shunned her. No one of real importance attended their 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 turned back around. But that didn't defer his intentions.

Paranorma, we need to talk about your future here, he said, opening the dialogue to her stiff regal back covered with intricate white lace leading to a train floating behind her.

If you think for one second I'm giving any of your whores my crown then you've another think coming! She turned slightly and cried to the clear crystal facing of the topaz window frame without turning around. The sight of him made her sick. It wasn't uncommon for their kind to have lovers. It was impossible to remain faithful forever and their lives were forever. But no, he had to be such a big baby about the whole thing.

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! There are six worlds and three are mine!

He knew she'd protest. But he was sick of this undramatic, stagnant life. He was sick of his children giving him hateful glances, sick of her cold shoulders. They hadn't made love in over six million years. So, what did she expect? Sure, he had lovers but no real love and he was tired of keeping up this polished frontage for the children. They were all millions upon billions of Azazaelese years old so they knew their parents were no longer in love.

I don't care what they will stand for! I'm sick of living this way. Only one hundred of them, I'm their father. The rest aren't mine. The other eighty-six can all go live in your part of the kingdom for all I care. I've been as civil about this shit as I'm going to be. Now, 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 build any since. Take your three worlds and stay in your half of the palace.

She threw the scroll at his retreating back, hitting him in the center of it, and teleports out. She was going to Father and tell Him what Azazael was trying to do. He was trying to crown someone else the Queen of Azazaeland and she wasn't standing for it.

She prefers 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 kneels before the Throne of Mercy and pleads 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 do belong to the child which I have given them to. I enforced his hand and wrote the creed giving you half. But my child, you cannot 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 speaking she lifted her eyes up in an alien world of red poppy-like flowers and purple greenish vegetation and 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 a very long time 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 City Palace she and Azazael built together so many years ago. She stood with her fists on her hips as she scrimpily surveyed the crude unpolished stone structure. Father, I must say...at times, You can be as chauvinistic as your overbearing sons, she intrinsically mumbled and disappeared. Deciding she'd rather make love to Azazael than stay in this Godforsaken place.

The nude, lavender-hued woman looked up at the ivory one approaching. She knew it was Paranorma from the mural on the wall of the royal court. Intense jet black diamond eyes met amethyst ones. Amethysael wasn't moving. She had nothing to do with the big fight between Azazael and Paranorma.

Amethysael, dear...can my husband and I have some privacy? Paranorma asked in a falsetto that sounded strange for she was choking back rage. How dare this Cyprian of a woman try and dethrone her to her face? Azazael has many lovers but only she will remain his queen.

When Azazael politely asked her to leave, Amethysael grunted a few colorful expletives, snatched up the covers, and disappeared. She was wishing she had never gotten involved with this Azazael. Others had warned her that he'd never leave Paranorma but she didn't listen. She didn't take the other queens' advice. She thought since they were all queens by marriage or inheritance of course they were going to be on their peer's side.

Once Amethysael was gone, she sat on the decorated royal blue lounge beside Azazael's leg and begun massaging it, moving further up his thigh into his genitals. Darling, I've been thinking. You're right, we do have children to think about. How about let's start anew and create more children? Our youngest is over forty billion years old. She reminded him as she caressed his erection.

Why would I want even more children staring hatefully at me; children that I might have to kill the moment you got mad at me? He asked, leaning back and enjoying her handiwork. It had a long time since she performed fellatio on him. So he knew she was up to something.

In the heated throes of ecstasy, he asked her was she aware they were no longer husband and wife? She didn't reply; she mounted him for she knew his every sensual spot. She was no longer a shy virgin as she was when she married him. She felt the shifting of her world as the excitement built up higher and higher, she felt the stones moving into place. He was refusing to give the essence to create life. That was alright. At least she was creating a palace of her own. Once finished, she was sure it would be as elegant as this one. Sex among the immortals was nothing shameful as those beings like Albritiel tried to make it. Everyone ignored him and his doom and gloom predilections.

When finished, she laid in his arms and asked a few questions. But avoided telling him the reason for her change of heart after all these years.

Now, that you are free...have you decided upon a queen yet? She pried, slowly gliding her dainty hand across his massive chest.

No, I've not. I asked Father to send me one.

Not wanting to believe what she just heard spill forth from his lips, she rose on her elbow, her flowing black raven glossy hair covered her breasts. She stared flabbergasted at him a few seconds.

Azazael, you've seen Father's idea of a good queen! She is homely as sin. You're well accustomed to great beauty. Father will send someone you won't love. You know that. No matter how beautiful her heart maybe. We both know you won't be able to get beyond her unattractiveness. Besides, that way of choosing a ruling spouse is so antique. Rescind that silly request before it's too late.

I can't. It's already in motion. I already asked at the Mercy Seat of the Throne. I'd advise you to do the same. Ask for a mate who will love you like none other. Someone to help you build your world

She laughed at his immature notion that he genuinely believed he could live with a homely woman; no matter how kind and compassionate the poor soul was, he would never be able to get pass her plainness.

What's so funny? He asked; looking curiously at her laying in the crook of his arm.

You and your silly idea that some homely looking woman can actually sit on the throne of Azazaeland and well represent you and all this glory.

He found her insults a little pernicious but kept his opinion to himself and let them slide off like water.

I told you when you were carrying on with our brothers they were all talk and no substance but you thought the words whispered on the silk pillows were real, he insulted back. All your beauty didn't encourage a single one to face me on the battlefield. Do you have any idea how I felt having to mow my own offspring down like an enemy? The war didn't have to be extended. I could've killed all of you in one Azazaelese day but I held my regiments off you all because I loved you and didn't want to harm you.

She stopped laughing. Did he just say he still loved her? She slapped his chest and asked then why did he petitioned for a divorce if that wasn't what he wanted.

Azazael, your name means 'The Strength of God!' Who in their complete right mind was going up against you? I was not so naive to believe those promises were true. Somewhere along the way we lost each other. But for the sake of all we once had I am willing to try again. If it was truly there once, I know we can rekindle it.

He stopped her finger from tracing his nipple, You broke my heart! Paranorma! You stomped all over it! You flounced your lovers in my face! At least I loved you enough to keep my other life hidden from you. You brought their offspring into my palace. You made me a laughingstock among the kings. Do you know how often I had to fight another for describing his screwing you to me?! Why did you do it? Your sexing them became like some sort of coreligionist! I'd rather a homely queen who is faithful than a beauty queen who doesn't know how to shut her legs and keep them closed to other kings. Not only were you fucking kings but princes and angels too. Even some of the created beings have fathered children with you! He shouted and disappeared. She fell the short distance to the royal plush cushions.

Oh well, it was worth a try, she dryly thought, shrugging her shoulders and waved on clothing. She disappeared to her own world to see what she had tricked him into creating with her. She was appalled by the ugliness of the structure. It was well built but squat and plain. It has none of the luxury and sheen of the Blue Topaz Palace of Azazaeland. None of the gleam, magnificence, and nobility of the Topaz Palace graced. The crudeness of this palace meant he hadn't put forth any real effort in their act. He hadn't emitted any substance into her to aid her. He was merely enjoying the sex.

She looked skyward at the six huge worlds housing her children and saw their beauty and splendor, looked back down at this piece of crap Azazael won't help her furnish. And realized those worlds' beauty was created through real love. Those were made with love when the two of them were truly in love. Everyone knows that pretense and deceit creates nothing of beauty in the spiritual worlds. It only creates ugliness and deformity. This place is evidence of that. Which meant he lied. Had he at least tried this place would look half-way decent.

Mother, I came as soon as I heard. A female version of Azazael's voice said from behind her. She turned and it was her oldest daughter and Azazael's favorite child Azazaelana. Her daughter rushed and hugged her.

Mother, please come back home. This place is horrible! the versicolored haired Azazaelana cried, looking disapprovingly at the ill structured building made of pure, unadulterated garnet. We, the children, will not stand by and let father cast you aside. Azazaelana promised, tightly hugging her mother. The war took a lot out of her family. Azazaelana had been determined to make things as happy as they once were. She didn't feel her father was truly trying to mend the fences.

Paranorma slightly pulled away for she felt a pang of guilt for mussing with her daughter's mind long ago to prevent her from telling her father about the orgy she walked in on. But Azazaelana loved her nonetheless. Although, she suspected her daughter has an inkling what really happened to her. It wasn't Albritiel or any of the other participants who erased her mind. It was her mother. Paranorma didn't mean to hit her so hard to leave side effects but Azazaelana shouldn't have teleported into her private chamber. She had argued over the years that Azazael never forced Azazaelana to learn anything is why she is a little slow.

But they fought a great and epic quarrel when he discovered what she had been done to their daughter, his precious Azazaelana and refused to allow her to marry; saying another would take advance of her innocence. She believes that was the start of the decline of their marriage. He acted as thus he loved Azazaelana more than her. They had eighty-nine other daughters whom he married off to kings and princes and he treated none as generously as he treated Azazaelana. Not even the crown prince Azrina got the same from their father.

But the annotation had flourished in her mind that perhaps Azazael wanted her for himself and used Azazaelana's mental state as an excuse. Many of their kind kept their daughters for lovers. She had always felt Azazael exaggerated about Azazaelana's condition. It wasn't like she was mad as demons. She was just optimistic about everything and wasn't able to see the atrocious side of anyone or anything.

The mother and daughter ascended the high steps to the clear garnet palace and looked around once inside, to their mutual surprise the interior was quite lovely.

Mother, it isn't as bad on the inside as outside.

No, dear it's not.

But Mother, please come back home. You belong in the Topaz Palace. Not here. Who will live with you here? Who will take care of you?

Most of the times Azazaelana, the Crown Princess of Azazaeland felt like a genius who was swimming in her own simmering hysteria. It was hard to keep emotions in check. She knows what her mother did but then again, she had no right opening the door with the intent to end the rollicking. What puzzled her is why her parents were unable to reverse this curse.

Mother...has father taken the crown and specter of Azazaeland from you...yet?

Paranorma shook her head as she looked distastefully at the smaller palace. He hadn't asked for the crown nor made a spectacle of the divorce as many other kings would have.

Azazaelana perked up. That means you're still officially the queen. I don't know how it works now that you two are divorced but doesn't he have to officially take it from you?

Paranorma nods.

Azazaelana a smile so much like her father that at the moment

Paranorma didn't like her. Perhaps it's best she was slow to think and reason. If she was quick like her arrogant sisters who looked like Azazael, perhaps she'd be equally as crafty.

Believing her mother to be sad, Azazaelana waved her hands in a child-like manner and gold scrolled trimming appeared in the lofty ceiling. They were pristine and beautiful, made from her daughter's innocence.

That's beautiful dear, now let's go home, Paranorma praised, taking her daughter's hand and teleporting back to her Azazaelana's mansion within the palace. She was happy as a sweet bird of Paradise her mother was back home. She dreamily believed they'd find a way to reconciliation of their differences.

The divorce felt languorous to the created beings; for both the king and queen created them so whom should they remain loyal to? The lackadaisical air had sucked all the cheerfulness out of this once happy place. King Azazael's underlying anger was becoming more fearsome. He never smiled anymore. He seemed always on the edge and ready to fight. It was a shame those two actually declared war on each other. So perhaps the divorce was really for the betterment of Azazaeland. They sadly sighed inwardly and yearned for the days of auld when these halls were filled with much laughter and good cheer. They detested those who destroyed their peaceful home.

Paranorma retired to the queen's chamber as usual and the regular created servants attended to her as usual. She saw no difference in her life, except now she wasn't married any more. So what?

The meretricious single lives of the king and queen of Azazaeland continued for thousands of years in this courteous but cold natured order until an unknown type of creation begun showing up. At first no one in the palace detected her presence but the king knew she was there. The pearly sound of feminine laughter ringing from his locked chamber door is what first alerted the servants King Azazael had a companion no one had seen. Usually his guests call for assistance but this one hasn’t. But then again, he was single so it was none of their concern.

Paranorma's created personal aide Heckora heard the rumors from others that the king was keeping a secret visitor in his room. No one could detect when she arrived or left. But her visits seemed to be in intervals. Some were saying he sounded and seemed happier than they had seen him in years.

Have you seen her? Paranorma asked the female being made in her own image.

No, your majesty but the others say she comes and goes. They first noticed her several moons ago. She seems to appear on the nights of the seventh moon and always disappears when daylight comes. Azazaeland hasn't always had night and day. This was another side effect of the war.

Looking in the mirror and admiring her astonishingly beautiful reflection Paranorma found this news of an amorous nocturnal visitor equally disturbing as the fact they now their world experienced a period of darkness called night. Azazaeland hasn't always had an eclipse of darkness. Any creature that visits in the night must be a demon. A succubi. Azazael should know better than to consort with such a creature. He isn't going to rest until their world is brought down around them. Until Azazaeland is judged. Someone must have sense enough to save their worlds since all he is concerned about is his male member.

Paranorma devises a plot to learn what her ex-husband is up to. She telepathically sends a message to her son Azrina, the Crown Prince of Azazaeland. Looking out her crystal window she can see his rose-tinted world as it floats, unmoving in the Azazaelese inky sky sprinkled with diamonds.

His mother having told him about his father's secret lover and the danger of his father's recent behavior to the well-being of their world, Azrina decided to stand under the cloak of invisibility behind the heavy curtains and wait on the first night his own mauve hued world shed light on the darkness of Azazaeland awashing everything in a soft pinkish glow. He watched with wonder as the room lit up, as if an angel was coming from heaven and this female wearing strange clothing stepped through the door of light. His father rose happily and flew, not walked, across the vast room to meet her. He carefully folded his great wings as he alit and begun affectionately embracing her and taking her into his arms and kissing her as if he were getting nourishment from her lips. She wasn't an angel. Angels do not have a personal odor. She wasn't a Rhondite either but that was the closest being he knew to her. It's obvious she was a new species. He wanted to take his eyes off this beautiful, exotic creature but was unable to even when his father begun peeling the strange clothing off her. He waited with abated breath. She had a texture of brownish red covering all over the parts he could see that made him want to touch her to see what she felt like. But he pulled his eyes away when his father expanded his wings again and picked her up and floated to the bed with her in his arms.

Even with his back turned and hands over his ears he heard their moaning and her calling his father's name over and over. He had to get out of here. He knew had he teleported out now his father would know he was there. It felt as someone had driven a knife in his stomach and was twisting it every time he heard his father confess his love for this strange female.

He turned back around and watched when he heard a heavy drawer opened; at least she was partially dress now, pulling the heavy green velvet bed coverings with her. This was when he noticed she was wearing the queen's medallion of Azazaeland. He looked at her arm and again she was decorated with something which belonged to his mother. Officially his mother only wore them now when diplomats came to visit the realms.

I told you to stay in bed, his father said playfully in a light, cheerful tone. A tone he hadn't heard in years. It won't be a surprise if you see it.

C'mon, let me see, the woman said in the most horrible voice he

had ever heard. It sounded almost like an animal talking. Was she really some form of animal? Her voice wasn't musical like theirs! Was his father that lonely? Even her body made a weird thumbing sound. She made a noise every time she inhaled and exhaled. Even their sex was noisy all because her body was filled with some sort of fluid. How can one as great as his father defile himself with an animal? He didn't have the heart to tell his mother an animal, a lowly beast had taken her place. No, that wasn't right. He sensed a soul within her much like their own. So, she wasn't an animal. Animals have souls but not like members of the God Family. This is clearly an unknown member of their expanded family. Well, he didn't know all the different kinds and suspected no one knew them all except God. But where did his father meet her?

He waited until they were asleep and snuck out. But he had to get a closer look at her as she laid on his father's vast chest curled up like a baby angel. The covers left her brown shoulders exposed. He was furious his father had lost his mind and placed the glorious crown of Azazael on the head of some animal made in their image. His father had shrunken down drastically to match her size and so had the royal jewelries been remade to match her tiny size. Still under the cloak on invisibility he reached out and touched her arm. It felt spongy. She moved. He poked her again. Then she cuddled closer to his father who pulled her closer under his chin and nudged his chin in all the wild hair she had on her head. His father stirred; he quickly disappeared in fear his father would wake up and know he had been watching him and his pet.

This was her first time seeing his pet that looked to her like a rainbow dyed dog with tentacles proceeding from the thick fur. It two more legs draw up in all that shaggy fur, they elasticated when it wagged it tail and reached out with one of the tentacles to touch her. She recoiled.

She's harmless, Azazael laughed ruffling his hand through the thing's thick fur. Ana recoiled further when the thing told Azazael she wanted to go for a walk in a park. Ana had never heard of a talking dog.

What is it? In my world, it is called a dog. But we have none who look like that! And they definitely do not talk.

Here, it's called a Shunli"

A Shun?! She cried. No, no, we don't shun our dogs. We love them.

He laughed softly at her mispronunciation of Azazaelese. He had never heard her language but understood every word she said. He waved clothing on her suitable for this environment and the two of them took the 'Shunli' for a walk in a bejeweled world unlike anything she had ever seen.

People passed gawking at them, mostly her, but he didn't seem to notice. It was she who was self-conscious. The Shun floated happily ahead of them. Its multicolored hair shone like a brilliantly lit kaleidoscope in the brightness of the day. She liked it better when it barked like a dog was supposed to, not talked. It was waving those thingys out of its’ side at people they passed. People waved back at him and the Shun but acted as if she had invaded their space. Perhaps she had but right now she didn't care.

They roamed the vast parkee as Shun called it and talked for seemingly hours. They came to a tree bearing fruits that looked like giant rubies to her; he picked one and gave it to her. She expected it to be as hard as it looked but it wasn't, it was delicious and tasted similar to an apple but much better.

"You're aware I've made you my queen as to why some are

slightly bowing to you? Here it is a sign of reverence." He asked as they continued to walk.

Yes, I assumed that much.

I can't say I'm sorry that your marriage in your world didn't work out for I cannot lie and say that I'm sorry because I'm not.

He didn't have to tell her, his eyes told her when she told him about Thad's infidelity.

Uh...your former queen whom gave you all these people—where is she now? Ana curiously asked wondering if the people giving her the dirty stares were this woman’s children. If so, then she needed to stay close to him as possible because unlike them, her kind can die.

They came to a bench and sat down. Shun came and laid at his feet. She couldn't explain it but she felt larger here than she was on earth. She can't explain how but she did. She voiced this to him. He knew nothing about her member of the God family so he was unable to explain the feeling.

She needed to tell this man she wasn't completely divorced from

Thad. He was at home with their infant daughter. The distress from her earthly life is what led her to seek refuge in this alien world.

Is there a chance of you two experiencing recidivism?

I doubt it. There's just too much pain. I don't know what the future holds. He may go away for a long while for a crime he didn't commit, Ana saw this other world king had no sympathy for Thad.

The only sympathetic emotions I experience are for you and your infant. But tell me more about your world and what's it's like there? he asked, leaning back lazily against the stone bench as he crossed his legs at the knee. Even his simple gestures such as that told her he was royalty.

Sometimes she was allowed longer visits than others, they didn’t know why so didn't question it. This was one of those times. All they wanted was to be together. They genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Since he hadn't heard the signal for her to leave, he informed his servants after Paranorma's fire throwing fit the next morning to prepare for a wedding. He sent his most trusted servant into the heavens to ask a priest to come. He intended to make their

marriage official and screw anyone who disagreed. He had already

given her his seal and made her his wife, his queen, all it needed was officiating.

Chapter 2

The Beginning of the Earthly Legend.

As a Watcher of the human race, he stood in the ancient court of yore as a spectator, he stood silent and was a silent observer, a stoic witness to their demises. He stood still eons to let time whirl and wrap around him and pass into the evermore. He watched as their magnificent structures fell into ruin and remained mute, trapped in their impenetrable past. Hidden from forthcoming generation forever. He silently observed the coevals upon eons of spiritual beings, hastily, stirring about in the spiritual realm, ghostly circumventing the humans as freely as water runs in a crystal-clear river, always moving, never still, but never the same, but yet always the same without knowledge they are repeating that which had been done many times before and had long fallen into silence millenniums ago.

A few humans can see this world but most cannot. Oh, how dull it must be to be single sighted?

His job was now to watch over this fragile fallen race; to keeps others such as himself at bay. A job he cared nothing for. A job given as a punishment. His glory days as the king of hell were over. He was cast into this new world to guard it when he cared nothing for it. He watches from the ethereal realm, looking at the humans moving unaware of there's another existence parallel with their own.

Tired of watching and not participating, he stepped from cloak into a world where he is unknown but will soon become a legend. He knows without doubt this is the world from which his beloved came and he intends to find her.

Chapter 3

Five hundred and twenty trillion (earth years) B.C.

(The earth is older than humans believe)

This magnificent city of granite was centered at the earth's farthermost north land. It was the first city he built after leaving a world of ivory and blue turquoise. A worm-like behemoth he created while king of hell named Cthulhu guarded the front tunnel to keep the inhabitants of this new world away. He wanted nothing to do with the inhabitants of this world. He wanted to remain here for a while and was afraid if they crowded around him he would lost his temper and start killing them and end up back in prison. But they came anyway. Especially their half-starved, half frozen woman and children. He couldn't turn them back into the cold so he opened the doors to them and as the place grew as more and more of these beings called Humans arrived and crowded around him. Not knowing nor caring he wasn't like them. All they knew was they heard he had warmth and food and didn’t seemed interested in their being his next meal as the creature outside did.

He knew his attachment to them and not chasing them away had everything to do with his lost lady love. They were like her so he had to take care of all who arrived in hope she would hear about the place and trudge across the ice land into his arms. For he hoped she wasn't unsafe out among the ferocious beasts that roamed this world. He can't remember what she said about the animals but he thinks he would have remembered had she talked about any as ferocious and violent as these creatures.

It was a fallen world but had not been judged. His brother and sister, the parents of this world, were long dead. He never knew them. But heard of their heroic story of how they saved their world by begging Father to forgive them. He heard about this world called Earth existing in a material galaxy called the Milky Way from other celestial travelers passing through the world of ivory and turquoise. The harshness of his punishment had erased a lot of his memory of the happy times he and his lady love had on Azazaeland but he remembers the comfort of her gentle touch. She had to be here. These were her people. So, he would search until he found her.

It wasn't hard to leave the other worlds for he had grown restless and left without a word to his partner. He felt it was better that way. They had no children so she would easily find another love. It wasn't the first world he lived in and left without a word. He had served his sentence for attacking Michael at the destruction of Azazaeland, where he had lost his wings and glory. Lost all of children between him and Paranorma. He had served as a self-appointed king of hell. He was cast into hell for slaughtering a third of a realm and the planets and worlds within it in a fit of unadulterated rage. He was still angry about the loss of everything when let loose the first time. He had served his sentence for beating up Lucifer and all of hell and taking over so when he was freed this time he ventured to the world of ivory and blue turquoise as his latest stop.

Each imprisonment left him with less and less of his memory and filled with more and more anger and rage. His memory had dissipated so severely all he had left was the memory of how her love made him feel. He didn't remember what she looked like nor the sound and rhythm of her voice. All he knew was he did something horrible to drive her away. He remembered the tears in her eyes and the sobbing. He promised himself shall he find her again he would do anything to keep her near. The severity of his punishments were bearable in comparison to losing her love. The only thing that hurt equally as much was the loss of his billions of generations of children.

He kept erasing the thought that she may have already lived and

died long ago. That was a painful possibility he didn't want to think about. It was a totally impassibility upon his psyche. It was an inconceivable reality he refused to allow his mind to fathom. He knew all about things like quantum mechanics, parallel universes (which by the way didn't exist.) alternate dimensions, (The Realm of WHATIF is an alternative dimension and a definite reality) and even about the diverging of timelines but none of these applied or added up to his ability to find his earthling wife.

Chapter 4

The Judgment of Azazaeland

(35 hundred trillion years before the creation of the physical universe and the earth.)

His mind goes back to the event which brought his present life into reality. The judgment of Azazaeland. Many things were going through his mind as he was tried by the Heavenly Tribunal before the Throne.

God, his Father questioned him on his actions. Did he regret his atrocious actions? Did he feel remorse for destroying worlds?

No, he did not. He had no frantic desire to defend himself to the end? He had no desperation nor yearning to be forgiven by his enemies or craving of God's kindness, even though he knows that he does not deserve either. The worlds he attacked and obliterated brought it on themselves by attacking him first.

What was on his mind the strongest of all was the fear to never again see the one for whom he given everything for, the only woman that he felt there was still a reason to live for. All this is only the tip of the iceberg in the myriad of emotions for Azazael, former leader of a division of the Heavenly army, knew he’d be incarcerated in celestial prison or more likely, completely wiped out of existence. He already knows what fate awaits him. Day after day he recollects his life, trying to understand where he made that wrong turn that changed his whole life and brought him to this level. Which eventually rained down judgment on his whole world, universe, and dimension; it was one of the most violent judgments in recent history. Without agonizing sincerity, he analyzes his past, which made him, a former prince, a promising and eventually fulfilling king, and then turned him into a weapon of destruction.

He refused to allow self-loathing and torturous doubts to plague his strong-willed mind. He wanted no hopes for salvation. He was not experiencing terrifying visions of the nearing end, nor would he let ghosts from his past turn his incarceration into a never-ending nightmare. He hoped to be destroyed then he would be free of this agony and pain in his immortal heart. He didn't wish to continue to exist to experience this thing called forevermore.

But yet, at the very edge of the abyss, he’s still clinging to life, because a woman is waiting for him, a woman, whose secret he still doesn't fully know, and the one who he still hopes to see. Is she worth the wait? He asked himself. According to many there were no problems as those he slipped into before that strange woman started appearing. That she is the source of his downfall. But he knows that's untruth. He was unhappy long before he met her. He had attacked others for personal reasons having nothing to do with her eons before meeting her. So he was man enough to not try and lay blame at her feet. She knows nothing about many of the things he has done.

He isn't listening. He is awaiting for the Divine Power from the

Throne to destroy him. That's what will be best. He isn't exactly disappointed when he learns what his punishment will be. He feels nothing. Nothing at all. He heard someone begging Father that he be spared. Who?! He can't record who. But why when everyone hates him or fears him. So why would anyone ask Father to spare him?

The Archangel Michael led him in chains to his everlasting, isolated cell. The wound from his clipped wings throbbed like mad. But he refused to ask for relief and mercy. He felt justified and was sure heaven would soon see things his way.

At the base of the huge round stone was the huge massive pillar. The entire area was gray and painfully dark. He stood still as the massive stone pillars surrounding them as Michael fastened the chains to his wrists and ankles and locked them to a dark gray pillar with grotesque hieroglyph etched on them he did not understand. When Michael finished and he looked at him with tears in his eyes and kissed his cheek, Azazel turned his head. He didn't want the kiss.

Millions of years passed in the total isolation and darkness; he endured it. His mind was often on her. Wherever she may be. As the years wore on into billions they slowly begun to take a toll on his celestial body which was now imbued with the ability to feel pain. His mind began to waver, his thoughts started to become discombobulated and confused he often nodded off, only to awaken wondering, where was he? Why was there was no light? Not the least ray. He often saw the gleaming eyes of devils as they crowded around him and infected him. Dementia begun to take hold and he started to wonder how long had he been here? Madness began settle in, digging deeper into his psyche, taking away much of who he was. He started to scream and ask was anyone listening but never got a reply. Mad panics had become his sole companion. By now, he knew he had been forgotten by everyone including her. The torture became more than he could bear. He screamed until hoarse and coughing animal sounds left his throat but no one came. A few demons arrived to snicker and taunt him. To plant hell pods on his celestial body just to watch them grow. The thought that the reason she had not come was that she no longer loved him was far more painful than the minions boring into his flesh. He could no longer hold back the tears. Why hold them back? There was nothing but darkness. Who was there to see them or even care?

On her single bed in her college dorm room, Ana BuFaye had lain down to take a nap in between classes. She heard someone screaming in her sleep. The scream was so sorrowful it broke her heart into a million pieces. Without thinking or hesitating she stepped into the thick, spiritual darkness. She felt motion around her but could see nothing. She kept stumbling over broken stones, some things that moved until she found a scratchy wall to guide her to the voice. In the darkness, she used her fingers to trace along the thick, ancient, rough wall. She had no idea her hand had passed over the face of Lucifer himself and many other demons. They all painfully flinched from being touched by one like herself. The pain angered them. She was totally unaware this encounter with the Lord of Darkness would seal her fate.

She was aware she may not know what she is doing, that maybe this time traveling wasn't being done correctly. That in her time traveling, she knew her amateurism caused her crisscross all over the place but she had to find this person. They needed her.

Who's there? A raspy voiced man called out in the darkness. She detected there was a deranged male somewhere in the voice that cried out to her.

I heard you in my sleep. She replied walking toward the sound of the voice. She tripped over his grime covered sandaled foot. She picked herself up and guided her hand over his foot up to his ankle and felt the thick chains. She was horrified someone was chained in this darkness.

The moment she touched him, he knew her touch. He doesn't know how but he knew it was her crawling up his leg.

My love, you have come back. He gasped with tears streaming down his face.

Her fingers tenderly traced up his body burning away the demonic crust covering him, her small fingers moved softly upon him, easing his pain. She was checking him in the darkness for injuries. She was sure he must have had many from the agony of his cry. She has no idea why she felt such overwhelming love for this man but she does. She guided her fingers to the outline of his face. She didn't know him but somehow he knew she did or would someday know him. The powerful emotions that shot through her hand to her heart when she touched him was nothing she could explain. She used her blouse to wipe his face, wipe away the tears. The words from her mouth flowed out on their own as easy and natural as breathing.

Yes, my love. I'm here. She tenderly said, holding his face in

her then soft smooth palms. What happened to you? Why are you here?

I've been judged for attacking and destroying worlds without permission. I fought back at the judgment of my world. He lamented.

His words were the saddest things she had ever heard on this side of things. She pulled his head to her bosom and let it rest there, protectively, tenderly emitting love, kindness into this wounded being. She had no idea the open festering sores on his back were slowly healing. He heard the demonic parasites that had made their home in his flesh eons ago screaming and trying to escape. He felt them crawling out.

My eternal love, I thought I had lost you forever. he finally said after regaining some relief from his suffering.

"My dearest