I can't help but be nosey, especially when a new family moves in next door. My parents work abroad a lot and I rarely see them so I rely on my neighbors and my monthly allouance. Anyway enough about me, you're here for the boy next door. He looks my age, his appearence is kinda average besides a couple features such as his one red eye, two tufts of hair which ressemble horns and his pointed ears. He approached me first, he was tall for our age, he wore a dark hoodie and black jeans.

"Hey, I'm Azazel, me and my mum just moved in next door and was hoping to make some new friends," his voice was a mix of deep and soothing with a commanding tone.

"Hi, I'm Persephone and isn't Azazel the name of a fallen angel?" I love mythology just like my parents, guess thats what happens when you're the daughter of an anthropologist and historian.

"It is, my father thought it would fit me well, what about you, Queen of the underworld and the goddess of spring, it appears we both have parents who like mythology."

"Oh you have no idea Azazel, you should see my parents studies, they're full of different books and tomes of mytholgy and rituals."

Azazels red eye gleams a tiny bit, as if he's found exactly what he was looking for in life and now he's finally focused. He leans in closer, his hands now on the fence of my front yard, he smiles showing off his pointed teeth, I can't help but blush with how close and confident he is. I snap out of what felt like was a spell, which gives him slightly shocked look in his eyes. After a moment he spoke with his confidence restored.

"I'd like to see it sometime, obviously we share at least some love for mythology, anyway I'm sure my mum wants some help so see you later Seph."

"Oh we're using nicknames already? Ok Azzy I'll see you later."

We just smirk at each other and he just walks away to talk to his mum and he picks up some boxes and goes inside. That was it, my first time talking to Azazel the youngest child of Satan, little did we know what the fates had planned for us and the adventures we would go on, the holy wars we had set into motion with the few words we spoke to each other that day...