Azazel
My cell phone rings in my room before I interrupt my friends. I run across the living room, ordering Cerberus to disturb the couple before they lie down on my sofa. From the little I could see, it was about time. Baraqiel had his hand under Caitlyn's T-shirt and was pressing her against the cushions, their mouths glued together. I am delighted that they have decided to have a baby, uncle Azazel sounds good, but all the same, I am not twisted to the point of wanting to witness the conception of this half angel. A nephilim. I have already heard about them, I know there are others, but I have never met one and I am curious to know if he will have the same powers as his father and the beauty of his mother. I answer my phone at the last ringtone, just before my caller gets my answering
