Infernal Hearts: Madness, Passionate and Extraordinary Love of a Demon

chapter 1: The Awakening

The city lay under a veil of darkness, the kind that swallows light and hope. Amid the labyrinth of alleys and cobblestone streets, a figure moved with predatory grace. Azrael, a demon cursed to wander the Earth for two centuries, emerged from the shadows, his presence a chill in the midnight air. His eyes, like smoldering embers, surveyed the silent streets with an air of detached menace.

Azrael had long embraced his role as a harbinger of despair. His heart, once capable of love, had become a frozen void. He thrived on the fear and anguish of humans, savoring their terror like a fine wine. Tonight, his target was a wealthy merchant whose greed and cruelty made him an easy prey. Azrael relished the hunt, his senses attuned to the man's panicked breaths and racing heartbeats.

As he approached the merchant's opulent mansion, he caught a fleeting reflection of himself in a shop window. A tall, imposing figure with dark hair and sharp features, his appearance was deceptively human. But it was his eyes that betrayed his true nature-eyes that held the flicker of hellfire, a stark reminder of his demonic essence.

Azrael slipped through the iron gates with ease, moving like a wraith towards the grand house. Inside, the merchant sat in his study, surrounded by ill-gotten wealth. The man's arrogance was palpable, a sense of invincibility that Azrael found both amusing and pathetic. Without a sound, Azrael stepped into the room, his presence suddenly known.

The merchant looked up, his face draining of color. "Who... who are you?" he stammered, his voice quivering.

Azrael's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I am your reckoning," he replied, his voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down the man's spine. He moved closer, his shadow engulfing the terrified merchant. "For your sins, I offer no forgiveness. Only retribution."

Before the merchant could scream, Azrael's hand shot out, and in a heartbeat, the man crumpled to the floor, his life force drained away. Azrael stood over the lifeless body, feeling nothing but a fleeting satisfaction. Another soul, another notch in his centuries-long ledger of despair.

Just as he was about to leave, something caught his attention-a sound, soft and melodic, cutting through the heavy silence. He turned, following the haunting tune through the mansion's corridors. It led him to a small, dimly lit room where a girl sat by the window, her fingers dancing over the strings of a violin. Her music was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped him, a melody filled with sorrow and longing.

Evelyn played as if the violin were an extension of her soul, her eyes closed, lost in the music. She was strikingly beautiful, with raven hair cascading over her shoulders and eyes that, when they finally opened, shone with a light that seemed to pierce through Azrael's icy facade. For a moment, he was mesmerized, unable to look away.

But then she saw him, and the music stopped. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear he could sense beneath her calm exterior.

Azrael took a step forward, his gaze locked on hers. "Merely a shadow in the night," he replied, his voice low and dangerously sweet.

Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "You're not supposed to be here. Leave, before I call for help."

A dark chuckle escaped Azrael's lips. "Help? In this house of deceit and greed? You'll find none here."

Her defiance intrigued him. She was different from the others-unafraid, strong-willed. But she was still human, still vulnerable. He moved closer, and she tensed, gripping the violin as if it could protect her.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"To remind this world of its sins," Azrael replied, his tone softening almost imperceptibly. "And to collect what is owed."

Evelyn's gaze didn't waver. "And what about you? What do you owe?"

The question struck a chord deep within him, a question he had long avoided. He felt a flicker of something he hadn't felt in centuries-curiosity, perhaps even... emotion. But he quickly buried it, his expression hardening.

"I owe nothing," he said coldly. "And you would do well to forget you ever saw me."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Evelyn standing there, her mind racing. She had seen a glimpse of something in those fiery eyes-something almost human. And for reasons she couldn't explain, she felt drawn to uncover the truth about the mysterious stranger who had shattered the silence of her night.

As Azrael vanished into the darkness, he couldn't shake the image of Evelyn's eyes, the haunting melody of her violin lingering in his mind. For the first time in two hundred years, he felt a crack in his icy heart, a stirring of something he thought long dead. And it terrified him.

Thus began a dance of danger and desire, two souls entwined by fate, each destined to challenge the very essence of the other. The awakening had begun, and neither Azrael nor Evelyn could foresee the passionate, tumultuous path that lay ahead.

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