Azazel's Walk

When hate burns out one can be left without purpose. No one knows this better than Azazel who for countless millennia has tested his hate for years and found it wanting. He is tired. Tired of the War, tired of the endless bickering and betrayals, tired of the advances of another who would seek to be his lover. He seeks a life of quiet and peace and for a time he finds it. But nothing good lasts. He may be done with the War but the War is not done with him. The First of the Fallen seeks him and his power and the spurned lover would do anything to spite him fixing her attention on what he loves most. The gates of Heaven are shut to him, Hell seeks him dead or alive and deep in the night the drums of blood are singing.