"And Satan said to them: Go forth and create from yourselves new generations, whose truth shall be my will."
My name is Azazel. Our Lord, Satan, sent us into the human world to create a generation of demonic bloodlines. I was made the leader of this small group. I am the most seductive, the most beautiful among us. You don't believe me? Come closer and take a good look.
I command legions of demons in Pandemonium, yet now I have not a single legion with me, and this assignment is… interesting. I claim, with an arched eyebrow, that the task is interesting only because I could be doing something far better.
Seducing an angel would be a greater challenge than a common mortal, but they sense us from afar. Getting close to an angel? Hopeless.
Taking an angel to Pandemonium and living with her there forever… that would be true fulfillment.
Ugh. If Lucifer ever found out what I fantasize about, he would probably banish me forever.
But he will never know that I desire an angel, not a demon, and certainly not a mortal woman.
Still, we will create this demonic bloodline as Lucifer requested. Let him have his pleasure.
He alone cannot leave our vast fortress.
Besides… well, I suspect Lucifer actually likes mortal women. He would gladly come instead of me—if he could.
We will give him a detailed report of everything. Very detailed. If human women interest him so much, he should know exactly what he missed.
I must admit, I already have a rather bad reputation among humans. For example, things like this are said of me:
— "Azazel taught humans to make swords, knives, shields, and breastplates… he revealed to them the metals of the earth and how to work them; bracelets, ornaments, eye paint, and all kinds of dyes… And great godlessness arose: they committed fornication, went astray, and were corrupted in all their ways."
Please. I did not corrupt them. I would very much like to see where their development would be without knowledge of the earth's metals.
And eye paint? They dare throw that in my face? Beauty alone does not lead to fornication. It can, perhaps. But truly—I, Azazel, commander of demon legions, would concern myself with how many times some John commits fornication with a woman named Celestine? Even if I knew, I wouldn't care. I am not Lucifer.
And the complaints against me do not end there. Ungrateful creatures. This time, I will teach them nothing. Absolutely nothing.
— "Do you see what Azazel has done, who taught every form of godlessness upon the earth, and revealed the eternal secrets that were hidden in heaven?"
I could go on listing the absurd accusations brought against me. It is no coincidence that I have not walked among them for millennia. I grew angry with humans.
I will father a child as Lucifer demanded, and then I will return to Pandemonium. I have no interest in the daughters of men. I want an angel.
And yet—humans even spread things like this about me…
— "Azazel said:
The inheritance of the earth is mine, for I was chosen."
Who would say such a thing?
Marduk? Asmodeus? Belial?
I could imagine them making such claims. I never said that. I am perfectly content in Pandemonium, and as I mentioned, I do not desire mortal women. Nor the inheritance of the earth. Let Marduk, Asmodeus, or Belial struggle with that inheritance—whichever of them declared it. Humans are ungrateful. I do not want such an inheritance.
I will fulfill my task, but as I said, I can hardly wait to return to Pandemonium. And I will stop mentioning that I want an angel. I think everyone has memorized it by now.
I would gladly leave this assignment to Lucifer.
Lucifer…
Well, he was filthier than ever this time. He threw us into the human world with one month's rent.
Of course, if we hadn't found a place that very day, we would be sleeping under a bridge by now.
Lucifer laughingly informed us that if we failed to find housing within twenty-four hours, the money would simply vanish.
Now we live piled on top of one another. Exactly seven of us. Like the evils. Hahaha! I adore my sense of humor.
The only comfort is that Lucifer did not send Asmodeus, Marduk, or Belial with us.
Now we all live together, diligently looking for jobs.
Oh— I haven't even introduced the others yet!
The one sprawled out on our only—and rather worn—couch was, until yesterday, a grand marquis commanding forty legions. He saw the past and the future. At least until yesterday; who knows whether that ability works here. He has never been to the human world. I am already laughing in advance… His name is Aamon, and do not be fooled when he grins at you while you lie.
Yesterday, with forged documents, he joined the police force. According to the papers, he was urgently transferred here. His fate is settled. Next month, when he receives his salary, he will move out.
Tonight he goes to the police station for the first time, so he is lounging about and resting.
Lucifer would be proud of him.
Morax has not come home yet. He is also a marquis, commanding at least thirty-six legions. He did the same as Aamon with forged documents. As of today, he is a biology teacher at a school. At least he will prepare for fatherhood while teaching children.
Naberius, the grand duke and lord of sixteen legions, is also out there looking for work. He has had no luck either. I do not know who would hire him—beautiful speech and rhetoric are no longer needed by anyone these days. He said that if he finds no work today, he will teach rhetoric online.
The problem is that we share a single phone this month. True, it was Naberius who negotiated the rent down with his eloquence, leaving us enough money for the phone. But if Naberius monopolizes it, we will end up fighting over it.
Lucifer truly screwed us over.
The other grand marquis is Andras. With his thirty legions, he has so far only incited conflicts and battles. He has no other abilities. He will likely remain unemployed forever.
Camio, the great president, commands many legions as well. He understands the voices of nature. I suspect they will lock him in a psychiatric institution fairly quickly for that.
Gremory is also a grand duke. I won't even mention the number of his legions. Well—he will be useful to us. He can reveal lost or hidden treasures. He is not job-hunting; he is treasure-hunting. If he finds something every day, at least we won't starve.
Yes. And of course, there is me as well—Azazel.
As I said, I know many things, but I teach nothing to anyone.
I taught once. They have never forgotten it.
Aamon is sleeping. Morax is working. Naberius is out looking for a job. Gremory is not home either, as I mentioned.
We are waiting for Camio to return with Andras, and then we will go out and look at women.
Camio went grocery shopping.
Starting tomorrow, I will look for a job as well.