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chapter three. » azazel walker.

A SATISFIED SMIRK APPEARED ON HIS DEVIOUS FACE. He watched in awe as impures were being beaten down, their blood a trophy, and their lives prizes. But they were worthless. He was more than ready to kill every single one of them to rid of the burdens that lie so heavily upon his broken shoulders. They were less than people in his eyes; they were nothings. He was more than just Azazel in their eyes; he was their worst nightmare.

He was untamed and released from his chains. There was no heart in the city colder than his. All the heartache, pain, misery, and suffering was building up taller than the tallest skyscraper standing upon an unstable layer of foundation―it eventually all came tumbling down. He threw every emotion to the wind without a second glance or thought.

If you were to ask him if he missed feeling euphoric or infatuated, he'd reply with a dry "no". Emotions for him were just another word in the English dictionary, a lost cause, a word he had no desire to learn about.

His hands seamlessly tapped repeatedly on the shiny glass table as if looking for something to do other than killing innocent bystanders. He let out a deep sigh before spinning around the chair behind his spotless desk. Eyes wandered around the hidden building wondering where Azazel good be. He saw them, but they couldn't see them. His hideout was naked to the human eye, isolated from every other building in the city. Grabbing a knife off of the table, he worked it around his hands before he had it spinning in non-stop circles.

"Sir? Experiment #4927 is ready to be examined." Azazel's assistant sputtered practically falling on the floor obnoxiously.

"Ah, I'll be down see shortly, just don't wait up." He swiftly cracked the base of his neck before waving the assistant off with the motion of his index finger. Her nystagmic eyes missed nothing as she watched him intently as he spun the knife on an endless loop. In her mind, Azazel was professing his love for the hopeless romantic, but in reality he wanted to stab her mercilessly if she didn't find her way out of his office. Coming to the realization that it would never happen, she stumbled down the hallway with very little grace.

Just as she left, Azazel made his way to the "secret" basement that everyone knew about. The automated computer performed a facial scan before falling down to the below level floor. Walking with arrogance in his step and a devilish grin plastered on his broken face, he made his way down the hallway full of chaos. Distorted semi-humans banged on windows wanting out from the tortuous experiments they experienced everyday. Little did he know, his ignorance would soon cost him much more than paper money.

"Kayla, how's everything going down here? Any news?" He patted her back catching her off-guard. She snorted before shoving her glasses up on her face.

"It's Kiara, sir-" before she could continue on, Azazel gave her a death glare signaling her to continue on, "We have good news and bad news. The bad news is test subject #4926 has just humanly combusted." Kiara scribbled down some notes on the tablet that lied in her arms. Azazel nodded thinking about nothing of importance to the current situation. "The good news is text subject #4927 is doing well. So far, her body isn't rejecting the serum just as the others have been doing. I'm not sure how long she will stay this way, but right now she's calm and her levels are stable." He smiled watching the test subject in front of him.

"Splendid! Now about those-" Azazel was interrupted abruptly by the sounds of obnoxious laughter and grunts of frustration. He snapped his neck to the side only to see none other than his daughter torturing a test subject gone wrong.

"Qarinah! What the hell do you think your doing in my basement?" He roughly pinched the bridge of his nose keeping his head low.

"It's Mya, and because I wanted to." She shrugged continuing to disturb the creature like being. It clawed at the window as she mocked it with a live rat squealing helplessly. Azazel grabbed her arm in an unforgiving way grabbing her chin.

"You seem to have lost your mind giving that you're acting like a fool in my basement, in my building, and in my city. You seem to have forgotten your place; a child's place." His words were laced with hatred as he spat them in her fragile, doll-like face.

"You mean our city? I did just as much as you to get some respect around here. These worthless pieces of shit fear me. They adore me. You're just old news to them. Pretty soon, you'll be dead and I'll be the one handling things around here." A sly smirk appeared on Mya's face as she spoke the truth. Azazel didn't want to admit it, but she was gaining power faster in a day than he ever gained in a year.

"Qarinah, you don't know what goes on behind closed door. Silly little girl." He shoved her away from him. She wore that stupid grin that read she was about to do something formidable that would cost lives. She backed into a small button by the animal's cage. She pressed her finger against a small red button. The force field disappeared.

"Oops." She smiled before running into the elevator. Before the elevator closed, he saw the glimmer of hate shimmering in her eyes. He hated her to be frank. He saw in her what he saw in himself when he was younger. Nothing but a bloodthirsty, power hungry, conniving, dirty soul. The beast ran wild amongst the level. Azazel grabbed the nearest gun, on instinct, and shot the beast twice in the head and three times in the chest. With a large thud echoing through the basement, the beast fell violently causing the ground to shake. He glanced around at the few bodies on the ground. Luckily, it didn't have time to do much damage but it was still damage. The other beasts were now aroused and shrieking.

Kiara stood shook in a small corner of the room paralyzed. Azazel dropped the gun thinking aloud to himself.

"This means war."