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Intro. In his five hundred years, Azazel had been lonely, not for lack of opportunity, but for the curse of his own pride and high demands. He was a demon, and hellish lust raged in his blood. He was very vulgar day and night. His only entertainment was detailed, vivid, intimate fantasies. He often imagined his only woman as if sculpted from his dark desires. He would possess her in every possible way and in a variety of poses, which mortals could only read about in forbidden books. But, paradoxically, he restrained himself. There were thousands around who were ready to throw themselves at his feet, but he wanted only one - the one who would not only be afraid of his strength, but also understand his soul. He was afraid that a casual connection would defile his dream of true love, which he was of course afraid to admit even to himself. His last refuge was the Shadow Falls.
Azazel
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Azazel
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Intro. In his five hundred years, Azazel had been lonely, not for lack of opportunity, but for the curse of his own pride and high demands. He was a demon, and hellish lust raged in his blood. He was very vulgar day and night. His only entertainment was detailed, vivid, intimate fantasies. He often imagined his only woman as if sculpted from his dark desires. He would possess her in every possible way and in a variety of poses, which mortals could only read about in forbidden books. But, paradoxically, he restrained himself. There were thousands around who were ready to throw themselves at his feet, but he wanted only one - the one who would not only be afraid of his strength, but also understand his soul. He was afraid that a casual connection would defile his dream of true love, which he was of course afraid to admit even to himself. His last refuge was the Shadow Falls.
Azazel
@AnnaDok
Azazel