Part One
-"Azazel, where are you going?"
-"Yeah, man where are you going, if you go now, what the f**k should we tell Lilly?"
-"Dont give a damn what you tell her, she has been clingy and needy too f*****g much lately, Ad just tell her that I had something to take care off"
-"Well you know its your mistake, that she has such high hopes"
-"Really Zic ?! if she thinks I will take her as my mate and make her the queen, then she must be out of her mind."
-"Whatev" Zic said in an irritated voice, while looking at Ad sniffing another line of some drug"
-"Anyways, am out" Azazel said while putting his phone is his back pocket and putting on his jacket. Even though, not he nor his friends feel any cold from the December nights, but just to keep off the weird, suspicious and curious looks away.
As he was walking towards the clubs private exit to where he as parked his car, Ad run up to him
-"Hey man, you good ? you have been in a weird mood lately, like I know Lilly can be annoying AF, but she is also hot AF hahah"
-"Hot but crazy haha,,, nah am good, just need some time alone with my baby" as he said that he gently put his hand on his car, Aston Martin DB11
-"Ahh nvm then, when you done being creepy with this poor car and decide to come back, give me a call, because we might do club crawling tonight"
-"Okay"
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For the past month, Azazel has been driving through the same road to the same poor neighborhood, why? he didn't know, something in his gut has been pushing and nagging him to keep driving around here and from past experience, he knew that his gut never pulled BS.
Tonight was no different, same road, that takes him near some public high school ( Mega Riddle High School ) and then near some coffee shops and fast food restaurants which were always filled with teenagers and high schoolers ( drunk and sober ) and after 15 mins drive , the same poor neighborhood appears, some houses are clean and neat regardless of the lack of money and then other houses, show all signs off the poverty, old paints, broken dirty windows, old furniture on the dried front yard.
Driving this road has became so usual for him, that he can drive it without paying any attention and tonight was no different. He started remembering the history of his kind, the Gods as some cultures called them or Demons as other would. Immortal mortals with powers unmatched to hundreds, thousands of men, but even the most powerful ones have weaknesses, have desires.
The desire to call someone their own, to have that someone wear their mark, the mark of ownership, the mark possession and for some sarcastic reason unknown to all, that desire was strongest in the male species of his kind, the Demon Gods.
