When Azazel made it apparent that he was going to interfere with Wendy as much as possible, I was not surprised. He claims he loves her, but that cannot be the case. We are a species of evil creatures that do not love and cannot be loved. His statement of "I have feelings for this very specific woman" was a declaration of intentional future intrusion. This, combined with Adramelech, concerned me greatly.
It meant that I had to tamper. I had to break the ultimate rule-- free will-- in order to normalize the situation. Azazel constantly breaks this one rule. He is constantly meddling. Azazel continually breaks everything. Instead of immediately reacting on my first emotion, anger, I took a step back to analyze the situation. Perhaps his purpose was to be a catalyst. After breaking the universe, he sought to break my projects. There was nothing he would not seek to eventually destroy. Intentional or unintentional, I had come to believe this was Azazel's overall purpose. He was chaos.
I had a two-fold problem. Adramelech and Azazel. I wanted to save her from them. I knew they would eventually damage and consume her. Just their very aura and presence would erode all that was good and perfect in her. Perhaps Azazel was right... I was obsessed with her. I loved her. I knew it was likely a false love-- since I was a segment of the Devil. I could not love. In just pretending, I realized the kindest, most loving thing to do would be to destroy them.
I needed to kill Adramelech. I needed to kill Azazel. This would save Wendy, her home, and her children, and perhaps even her neighborhood. I realized there would be significant, global repercussions for annihilating them. I would be destroying entire aspects of the Devil. It would be as devastating as the Earthquake, if not more so. Hell was gone so perhaps this needed to be thrown to the Void as well. It would be doing mankind a favor.
There would be ripples I could not foresee. I knew exactly how to do it. I locked myself in the Void and like a mad scientist in a laboratory I began to work. I was outside time and space. I was nowhere that Azazel could reach me, not even if he put forth all of his effort. I was able to work at my own pace. I began to design a virus that only spirits, specifically angels, could contract. It would not effect any other species. Only my brothers of similar characteristics.
It seemed plausible that it could be contracted by "good-guy" angels as well. We were identical in makeup, it was only our localization vibrations that were different. The only difference between fallen angels and holy angels was our experience in negativity and the reaction to it. I knew that once I released this virus that it would eventually spread to them, too.
I began molding the virus out of darkness. I first formed it out of slippery, black silk and wove it in between my fingers. I used only four long, bone white, skeletal fingers to move it in and out. I spun it like a spider's web, first forming the virus' hands, arms and legs. I had made many demons before, and making this thing was no different.
"Vassago," I said, summoning him to the Void. Instantly, he answered. I knew he had to trust me, since he did not possess the ability to enter and exit the Void. If I wanted to, he could be lost forever each time he answered my summons. However, Vassago was very loyal and never even hesitated to appear. The Void was like the bottom of the ocean and I was the only one who controlled the pressure to ascend.
"Yes, yes, yes, sir!!" he answered cheerfully.
"I am in need of more..." I began. He was eager to answer for me.
"Darkness, sir! I'll fetch you more darkness for your project, sir!" Vassago did a somersault in the Void. He was always very theatrical and full of life for a demon. I made him to mirror Azazel in many ways, but he has since grown his own personality. I found him a fascinating creature. After performing some acrobatics, Vassago returned with a beaker full of black mist. "What are making, sir, some kind of... evil cake?"
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I, Devil (a love story)
ParanormalWelcome to the end of the world! Sorry to sound cheerful, it's just not as bad as you think. It's likely worse. Anyway, I'm the Devil. With a capital 'D' and I'm here to show you the ropes. Like Paradise Lost! But waaaay less pretentious.