Azazel, the strange, wicked man that kidnapped Anita and had his way with her. But to be able to really conclude on someone, we have to look at things from his perspective...
On a monday afternoon, Azazel was all by himself, thinking of his life and meditating. Suddenly, he recieves a call from his dear friend, John.
John: Hey buddy, wassup?
Azazel: I'm good. How's your ma?
John: Oh she's getting better, thanks for asking.
Azazel: No problem. Is there anything you need
help with? Cause you hardly ever call
anyone.
John: Oh, no... i just wanted to invite you for a housewarming party my friend's hosting .
Azazel: But why?
John: Bro, we all know you waste most of your life at home sitting and doing nothing. You only live once bro. Take a rest, come have fun with us.
Azazel: uhh, i dunno... i have some things I'm working on.
John: I'll be expecting you.
(Call ends)
Azazel giggled.
"John just tried to be Azazel for a minute there" he said as he chuckled.
But John was such a close friend to him and he didn't want to let him down.
Few minutes after the call, he recieved a text message showing the location to the party. He let out a sigh and went to get ready.
He arrived at the house an hour early, as he always does. Hannah was scared to see him here. She didn't know him and he was the first person to come.
"Who are you?" Hannah asked
"John's friend" Azazel replied
"Oh, he must be the mysterious guy John has been talking about" She thought.
She looked up at him and realized how stunning he was.
His raven-black locks cascaded like sharp blades of iron, commanding attention with their untamed allure. His piercing eyes, Golden like molten lava, yet emitted an icy coldness that chilled the very air around him. With every movement, his posture exuded an aura of power, altering the very essence of the space he occupied. And his impeccable physique, sculpted to perfection, captivated her gaze, leaving her spellbound in his presence.
In a sudden jolt, she was yanked back to the present moment, her mind reeling.
"Do you mind helping setup?" she implored, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
He remained silent, wordlessly striding past her and entering the house. Just as he reached the doorway, he paused, his head turning to meet her gaze.
"Let me know when John arrives," he stated,
his tone carrying an air of detachment, before resuming his path inside.
Her voice caught in her throat, rendered speechless by the commanding presence of this enigmatic stranger.
His audacious behavior, while undeniably rude, held an irresistible allure, igniting a fire within her.
In that moment, she realized the depths of her feelings for him, and a deep blush painted her cheeks, betraying her newfound desire.
"How could I possibly fall for someone I've only known for three fleeting minutes?" she mused,
a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Yet, a voice of reason echoed within her, reminding her of her existing relationship.
"You already have a boyfriend, Hannah. Don't let yourself be swayed," she admonished herself.
With determination in her heart, she pressed on with the preparations for the party, determined to stay focused and loyal.
After all the preparations, Hannah was tired. Azazel was having a conversation with john inside the house while sipping alcohol. Soon the party started and the atmosphere was loud with music. Hannah was waiting for Anita to show up. Finally, Anita arrived and the celebration truly began.
Azazel wasn't a fan of gatherings and events, he was only here because his friend forced him to. So he just took a seat and started to think.
"Bro, whats up?" said John
"Oh.. nothing, just thinking about stuff" Azazel replied
"You're always thinking man, what do you even think about?"
"It's nothing"
But in true fact, Azazel was always in deep thought because he was worried and scared of himself. He had some traits in him that turned him into a complete monster sometimes so he always thought of ways to fix himself.
As Azazel pondered deeply for a quarter of an hour, his neck began to ache. He stretched and twisted it, seeking relief.
In that moment, his eyes met Anita's gaze. She was an oddly intriguing, enigmatic girl, observing him intently.
Azazel held his gaze, She noticed him and decided to break eye contact quickly.
With a smile playing on his lips, he continued to stretch his neck, savoring the mysterious connection.
He watched as she departed from the bustling crowd, a silent determination in her every step. With a deep breath, he chose to resume his meditation, allowing the world to fade away once more.
Just as his thoughts began to settle, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the moment. Startled, he turned his gaze towards the source of the commotion. Coming down from the stairs in a frenzied panic, a young girl emerged, her face pale and white, a clear reflection of her overwhelming fear.
Maintaining his calm composure, he chose to observe the unfolding scene with unwavering serenity. Opting not to intervene, he simply watched, his gaze fixed upon the unfolding events, a silent spectator amidst the chaos.
In that moment of realization, a flicker of concern ignited within him, compelling him to rush to the girl's aid. However, as he glanced around, he noticed that a group of other boys had already gathered around her, offering their support. He settled back into his seat, trusting that she was in capable hands.
Just moments later, his gaze fell upon the same girl from before, but now her state was unmistakable. Tipsy and unsteady, she stumbled towards a nearby table, clumsily climbing ontop it. A piercing scream escaped her lips, capturing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. The scene unfolded before him, a chaotic spectacle that held the onlookers spellbound.
At that moments. Her words shocked him. She said "That girl is tripping!" Anita exclaimed, her voice carrying above the clamor of the party. "There's no such thing as rape, only fun!".
At that moment, she turned around, looked at him and winked. Sending mixed signals to him.
Her friends hurriedly brought her down from the table. She looked at him again and noticed his eyes and was creeped out. She noticed an undying hunger in his eyes. She decided to inform Hannah that she's leaving.
On her way home, he decided to follow her. He moved swiftly behind her. She couldn't notice a thing. Before he stepped on a fallen tree branch. She heard it and he saw her running. He knew she was going to hurt herself so he chased after her and caught up with her.
He pulled out a handkerchief and placed over her nose. Not too long after, she fell unconscious. He carried er back to his car and took her to his house.