What would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
Azazel: Holy crap, everybody! I'm Azazel, and I'm telling you; if you're not reading Into the Light, you're gonna turn into a Darkling! Don't be a pain in someone's ink sac when you could be playing with booyah power! Tune in for the wildest adventures on Wattpad! Join me, the Squid Sisters, Off the Hook, Deep Cut, and some other peeps! We're gonna kick some Darkling ass! Booyah!
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Azazel's POV
November 15th, 2022 ME
It was a bright and pleasantly warm Friday, perfect for indulging in a little leisure time. I made my way to the familiar neon-lit entrance of Squidbucks, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. After scanning the menu, I decided on a steaming cup of their darkest roast, its deep, bold flavor promising a much-needed surge of energy. Though I often felt like an old geezer for my love of coffee, the caffeine was essential for powering through my day.
Azazel: Oh yeah. This is some good stuff here.
With my drink in hand, I strolled over to a nearby cherry blossom park. The gentle rustling of petals falling from the trees created a serene atmosphere, and I found a cozy bench to settle down on. As I took a sip of my coffee, I closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of the blossoms mixed with the rich aroma of my drink. It was a perfect moment--until the sound of splashing and the distinctive slosh of ink began drawing closer.
???: Hey.
I opened my eyes and was met with an alarming sight: a menacing squad of Darklings surrounded me and weapons drawn, glinting ominously in the sunlight. My hearts raced as I instinctively sprang to my feet.
Azazel: What the fuck is going on!?
???: It's been many years...Azazel.
Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the ranks of Darklings. It was a familiar face I thought I'd never see again--a twisted remnant of my past. He approached me with an unsettling calmness, his N-ZAP '85 held firmly in his grip. Clad in a long, dark cloak that streamed behind him, he had the unmistakable air of authority. His black coat was tailored and intimidating, and his steel-toed boots thudded heavily on the pavement as he walked. Topping it off was a distinctive black sailor's cap that completed his notorious look.
His name? Grand Admiral Windukin. He was the Grand Admiral of the Darkling Navy and thus was a master of the waves.
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