Azazel: A Fictional Narrative

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"It’s taken me nearly three hundred years, but I think I figured it out. Although three hundred years had gone by he only looked to be in his thirties. He came around in a swivel chair to the side of his desk, stretched his long arms into a large cardboard box, pulled out the exact skull Azazel gave me, and placed it on his lap. "Let me guess. She must be another one of your girlfriends." Tubal glanced at me. "No my fiancé." Azazel answered. Tubal tipped his head and smiled. "Ah, I see you’re going to have a nice harem going for you” He stared at me again. “Can I borrow her?" He laughed. Azazel didn’t this time, and Tubal’s grin vanished. "Well, it’s nice to meet you….?" His voice lingered. I shook my head as I came out of deep thought …show more content…
She was the first of all the women to marry an angel." He said. Azazel rolled his eyes. “This skull, is made of pure, quartz crystals because I remembered what you said about them having an abundance of energy, so I decided I would make thirteen of them. This is the only one in Mu though, I had twelve others made each lie in a different city." "And what exactly did they do?" I asked. "They’re a time capsule." "Time capsule?" “This will be handy for his escape. At the right moment he can be freed" Tubal said. Azazel grinned. "The down side is they won't work for a few millennia which means they will have to be guarded, but I figure when the time is right someone can jailbreak you and the rest of the watchers using all thirteen of these skulls. And maybe you guys can find some way to bring me back like cryogenics." “What if they were to fall into the wrong hands?" I asked him. "In theory if they were to fall into the wrong hands, then that individual would be beyond redemption. The skulls can corrupt a man if he is not careful. It takes a strong person to be a keeper of them." "What happens if they’re …show more content…
It represented everyone, but Noah and his progeny being wiped from the face of the earth by a flood.” He said. Azazel rolled his eyes at his explanation. “The scribes of the order have started to transport the secrets of heaven recorded to Agartha so the generations to follow will never forget their origins.” Azazel stood and ripped a vase from his desk and threw it on the ground. It shattered to bits then proceeded to knock over bookshelves, and flipped over Tubal’s

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