He watched her as she lay there unconscious. He knew he saved her from his enemies from the underworld, but to her, it would look like a kidnapping.
As he watched her lay unconscious, he felt drawn to her. Like an invisible pull. His inner demon clamoring at him to have his way with her.
Him trying all his best to fight with himself was very close to losing, but he prevailed with a narrow escape. He then noticed the costume she was wearing was very heavy and could cause her heatstroke. So he changed her outfit to a nightgown he coincidentally had.
Then, with thoughts flooding his head, he went out to have a bit of fresh air. He kept on thinking why he has different beings in him. He just couldn't wrap his head around having different unpredictable personalities at different unpredictable times.
His eyes became heavy and he went back in to sleep. He didn't want to sleep in his room where she was so that he wouldn't be of any kind of inconvenience to her. So he slept on his couch in the living room.
It didnt take long for him to plunge into his dreadful 'dreamworld'. Azazel always feared his dreams because it was more of visions rather than dreams. All his nightmares come true in the same way projected in the dream or something similar.
In his nightmare, he saw a woman standing by the river, getting undressed to have a cool evening bath. He couldn't see her because of the light blocking her features. He only saw her immaculate shape under the moonlight. It intrigued him so he moved closer slowly.
Suddenly, she screamed and turned around. Looking at him, she ran towards him and past him. She was running like something was chasing her. Then she stopped in her tracks. Her face white with fear.
Finally, Azazel saw what she was running away from. There was a group of men. But the odd thing was they didn't look human. They had the physical features of human but a different aura. The aura he was always used to being with. That always caused him discomfort. Almost like the beings that lived inside him that controlled him from time to time.
He saw them trying to prey on her and have their way with her but then a masculine figure appeared. Filled with rage. He fought all of them, taking them out one by one. He didn't show any sign of mercy. With all brutality anyone could have. He sliced through the skin of every one of them with his bare hands.
Azazel watched as he saw the figure take the woman in his arms. Away from the scene. He was left slone in darkness.
But then a hand landed on his shoulder which sent shockwaves through his body.
He jolted and turned around immediately and saw something very surprising.
He saw himself. Only this time, he couldn't recognize himself. This version of him looked ruthless and like someone from hell.
He started to attack Azazel. Azazel was shocked so he couldn't fight back. The man only attacked with more ferocity with each second that passed. Hurting Azazel more and more.
Suddenly, a loud piercing scream woke Azazel from his chaotic nightmare. The girl he took earlier was awake. It was already morning. And the screams only became louder and louder.
He wanted to go up and comfort her. But then his other personality took him unawares and took full control of him. Changing his eye color from icy blue to golden lava. This was his passionate personality.
He went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and went slowly up the stairs. He opened the door slowly and saw her crying and screaming. He felt pity for her. He didn't have any bad intentions but that wasn't the case to her.