My name is Azazel. Occupation: Demon. Well, not really. It's more genetics than job. I know. I know what you're thinking. A demon, right? Like, I'm all evil or something. Like I live to burn all damned souls of both living and the dead. But really, i'm not all that bad once you get to know me. I mean, so i taught men how to make weapons and introduced women to cosmetics, so what? Was that so bad? If you've seen the faces of the women back then, you'll be shocked. They look horrible.Oh, and the men! They can't even fend for themselves. One time i saw one tiny lion go to their village and they quiver in fear, hiding so intimately, blending to the ground, as if they wanted to be stones. So, they won't get noticed. So, they won't be eaten. They were helpless. And, i helped them. It was quite a good deed, really, especially for a demon, like me.
What i did not anticipate is man's curiosity. They have a hunger. A hunger to know what's beyond everything. Centuries passed and man evolved like no other being ive witnessed. Maybe it's because of their short lives, but they live to their last breath. Full of passion, angst, guilt, anger and so much emotion that Pandora would've been proud of them. This curiosity brought constant evolution and innovation to their lives. With it, everything around them evolved as well. From their houses, their clothes, the way they eat, the way they sleep, every single thing was brought a notch higher. Most of these innovations came from their thirst for evolving their weapons, their thirst for warfare. At first, it was only for food. Then, for protection. Now, it's mostly for defending themselves from their fellowmen. Or so, each and everyoneof them says. They've been corrupted. Twisted. Manipulated. All was done so they would turn on each other and bring destruction to themselves. It was my fellow demon's doing. All of it. And it was succeedding. But, It's not my fault, really. I haven't advised them to wage war against themselves. Blame it on other demons that gave them greed, vanity and all those sleazy values. And don't get me started with cosmetics! They've more than innovated it much to my dismay. Those plastic-looking faces of today's women makes me puke. Seriously, it wouldve been better if I had not taught them that. That was one of my biggest regrets!
Anyway, with all that man achieved, I couldn't help but be proud of them. Here is a race that struggled to survive despite their physical limitations. I've grown quite fond of them these past few centuries. Maybe even love them. Love? Now, that's an emotion I ought not to have. The other demons would persecute me. Affection, yes let's just call it affection.
Ring.Ring.
"Oh! Hello! Azazel speaking? Who might you be?"
"Quite perky. Azazel.", said the one on the other line.
"I know this voice. Why is He calling me now?", His voice was Death itself. A deep, deep voice roaring with the thunder clouds and dancing with the fire. I froze for awhile.
"Master. To whom may i owe this pleasure?"
"I have something for you to do. The time is near. We will commence with the plan.", his voice full of authority, enough to bring a high-class demon on his knees.
"Yes, master. I obey.", I muttered.
"Good. Good."
How can someone say good so painstakingly evil? He is the real deal indeed. But, why now? When i'm just starting to enjoy this place? Damn it! Should i tell him, then? I guess he needs to know since it concerns him too.
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Clouds. Clouds are nice. I like clouds. They just pass by and dissappear. They resemble me. My existence is nothing but a dirt on a well-polished work of art. Its meaningless. I'm not like any other person. I don't have anything going for me. Unlike them, who run hard and fast in life, I take my time walking and seeing my surroundings. We are on the same time frame but they're so much ahead of me. I don't have their drive. Passion's out of the window for someone like me. I haven't been passionate about anything since 2nd grade when i fought hard to save the girl i like from the bullies. It turned out, she didn't like me. I did all that for nothing. Not even a thank you. Well, that's that. If you think too hard, you'll just hurt yourself. Not anymore, for me, at least.
"William.", a familiar voice called on my name. "William Grey.", it was dark, sinister and cruel but certainly familiar.
"I thought i told you not to sneak up on me. Azazel.", I shouted angrily.
"Ow! C'mon. I thought my entrance was good! Don't you think?", he exclaimed jokingly.
"Yeah. Yeah. Why are you here?", I annoyingly shouted at him.
"Just going for the punch? No hi's? hello's? How are you Azazel? What are you doing, Azazel? Seriously, im a little hurt."
"You're a demon! I don't need to know your well-being! You can die for all i care!"
"Now, that's just out of line. And here i am to tell you something important."
"Out with it! Demon!"
"Oooh! Scary! Alright. Alright", he paused for awhile. "They're coming."
"You mean here? In this earth?" , I asked.
"It'll start soon.", his tone change, this time more serious, with no hint of sarcasm, unlike earlier.
"Mankind's Last days."