Azagoth: A Demonica Novella (1001 Dark Nights)

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Author: Larissa Ione
Tags: Paranormal, demons, Angels, Erotic Romance, 1001 Dark Nights, Grim Reaper, Larissa Ione, Demonica
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had a feeling the terms were going to be pretty one-sided, and that side wouldn’t be hers. “Who is he?”
    “Azagoth, collector of souls.”
    Her heart stopped. Just quit beating. “The Forgotten One? The Grim Reaper?” Holy shit. He had to be kidding. “Is this some kind of joke?”
    “I have no sense of humor.”
    She’d heard that about Raphael. About most of the archangels, actually. “But you want me to mate Azagoth?”
    Raphael inclined his head in an impatient, curt nod, as if this wasn’t something to get all worked up about. How could he be so calm?
    Because it’s not his head on the chopping block, that’s how.
    The ex-angel, sometimes known by those in Heaven as The Forgotten One, was occasionally spoken about with respect, but most often, contempt. He’d been a hero in Heaven, the person who first identified Satan as a rotten apple who was planning a coup against his angelic brethren. Because of Azagoth, Satan had been stripped of his wings and cast out of Heaven to create his own realm known as Sheoul, where he’d set up shop breeding evil minions.
    Too late Heaven realized they should have put Satan down when they had the chance, because centuries later, his demonic creations began to die, and with nowhere to go, their disembodied souls wreaked havoc on the Earth. Azagoth volunteered to create Sheoul-gra, a holding tank for the souls, but why he volunteered was the topic of hot debates and wild conspiracy theories.
    The only thing anyone agreed on was that he’d been corrupted by evil and was one of the most dangerous and powerful beings outside of Heaven. Fortunately, he was contained inside his own realm...but his reach extended far beyond it, and that had always been a concern for The Powers That Be in Heaven.
    Raphael let her stew in her thoughts for a moment before adding, “And full disclosure; you can never leave his realm once you get there.”
    Her jaw dropped. Closed. Dropped again. Unable to leave Sheoul-gra? She’d be trapped. Imprisoned, just like she’d been when she was kidnapped by a crazy angel bent on getting revenge on an archangel, a situation that had gotten her into this mess in the first place.
    Finally, she managed a squeaky, “Never?”
    “Not...in the traditional sense.” Raphael produced a cup of nectar from out of thin air and held it out to her, but she refused. She doubted her stomach could hold anything down right now. Plus, refusing something offered by an archangel gave her a sinful feeling of satisfaction. “But according to my intel, he possesses a chronoglass .”
    Surprise flew through her. “I thought we had the only two in existence.”
    “Apparently not.”
    “So he can time travel?”
    Raphael shook his head. “He wasn’t born with the ability. We believe he uses it to view current events in the human and demon realms.”
    What a waste. Angels with the ability to time travel could do so only under limited circumstances and with the assistance of a handful of very rare objects. Chronoglasses were the most versatile and powerful of all the time travel objects, and Azagoth’s would be invaluable to Heaven.
    “Wait...you said he can view the events of the demon realm too? How?”
    “His chronoglass , unlike ours, is double-sided. One side allows a view of the human realm, and the other shows the demon realm.” Raphael sipped the nectar she’d refused. “With his chronoglass , you can escape his realm once per day for an hour. But you will be restricted to the past, and as always, contact with anyone you know is not permitted, and so is any manipulation of events that could change history.” He angled his body closer, putting on the pressure without saying a word. “So. What say you?”
    I say you’re insane. “As, ah...generous...as this offer is, I’m going to have to refuse. I have a job here.”
    He casually took a drink of the nectar, and she got the feeling that he was stringing a noose. “Do you.”
    She swallowed. Which wasn’t

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