"And Satan said to them: Go forth and create from yourselves new generations, whose truth shall be my will."
My name is Azazel. Our Lord, Satan, sent us into the human world to create a generation of demonic bloodlines. I was made the leader of this small group. I am the most seductive, the most beautiful among us. You don't believe me? Come closer and take a good look.
I command legions of demons in Pandemonium, yet now I have not a single legion with me, and this assignment is… interesting. I claim, with an arched eyebrow, that the task is interesting only because I could be doing something far better.
Seducing an angel would be a greater challenge than a common mortal, but they sense us from afar. Getting close to an angel? Hopeless.
Taking an angel to Pandemonium and living with her there forever… that would be true fulfillment.
Ugh. If Lucifer ever found out what I fantasize about, he would probably banish me forever.
But he will never know that I desire an angel, not a demon, and certainly not a mortal woman.
Still, we will create this demonic bloodline as Lucifer requested. Let him have his pleasure.
He alone cannot leave our vast fortress.
Besides… well, I suspect Lucifer actually likes mortal women. He would gladly come instead of me—if he could.
We will give him a detailed report of everything. Very detailed. If human women interest him so much, he should know exactly what he missed.
I must admit, I already have a rather bad reputation among humans. For example, things like this are said of me:
— "Azazel taught humans to make swords, knives, shields, and breastplates… he revealed to them the metals of the earth and how to work them; bracelets, ornaments, eye paint, and all kinds of dyes… And great godlessness arose: they committed fornication, went astray, and were corrupted in all their ways."
Please. I did not corrupt them. I would very much like to see where their development would be without knowledge of the earth's metals.
And eye paint? They dare throw that in my face? Beauty alone does not lead to fornication. It can, perhaps. But truly—I, Azazel, commander of demon legions, would concern myself with how many times some John commits fornication with a woman named Celestine? Even if I knew, I wouldn't care. I am not Lucifer.
And the complaints against me do not end there. Ungrateful creatures. This time, I will teach them nothing. Absolutely nothing.
— "Do you see what Azazel has done, who taught every form of godlessness upon the earth, and revealed the eternal secrets that were hidden in heaven?"
I could go on listing the absurd accusations brought against me. It is no coincidence that I have not walked among them for millennia. I grew angry with humans.
I will father a child as Lucifer demanded, and then I will return to Pandemonium. I have no interest in the daughters of men. I want an angel.
And yet—humans even spread things like this about me…
— "Azazel said:
The inheritance of the earth is mine, for I was chosen."
Who would say such a thing?
Marduk? Asmodeus? Belial?
I could imagine them making such claims. I never said that. I am perfectly content in Pandemonium, and as I mentioned, I do not desire mortal women. Nor the inheritance of the earth. Let Marduk, Asmodeus, or Belial struggle with that inheritance—whichever of them declared it. Humans are ungrateful. I do not want such an inheritance.
I will fulfill my task, but as I said, I can hardly wait to return to Pandemonium. And I will stop mentioning that I want an angel. I think everyone has memorized it by now.
I would gladly leave this assignment to Lucifer.
Lucifer…
Well, he was filthier than ever this time. He threw us into the human world with one month's rent.
Of course, if we hadn't found a place that very day, we would be sleeping under a bridge by now.
Lucifer laughingly informed us that if we failed to find housing within twenty-four hours, the money would simply vanish.
Now we live piled on top of one another. Exactly seven of us. Like the evils. Hahaha! I adore my sense of humor.
The only comfort is that Lucifer did not send Asmodeus, Marduk, or Belial with us.
Now we all live together, diligently looking for jobs.
Oh— I haven't even introduced the others yet!
The one sprawled out on our only—and rather worn—couch was, until yesterday, a grand marquis commanding forty legions. He saw the past and the future. At least until yesterday; who knows whether that ability works here. He has never been to the human world. I am already laughing in advance… His name is Aamon, and do not be fooled when he grins at you while you lie.
Yesterday, with forged documents, he joined the police force. According to the papers, he was urgently transferred here. His fate is settled. Next month, when he receives his salary, he will move out.
Tonight he goes to the police station for the first time, so he is lounging about and resting.
Lucifer would be proud of him.
Morax has not come home yet. He is also a marquis, commanding at least thirty-six legions. He did the same as Aamon with forged documents. As of today, he is a biology teacher at a school. At least he will prepare for fatherhood while teaching children.
Naberius, the grand duke and lord of sixteen legions, is also out there looking for work. He has had no luck either. I do not know who would hire him—beautiful speech and rhetoric are no longer needed by anyone these days. He said that if he finds no work today, he will teach rhetoric online.
The problem is that we share a single phone this month. True, it was Naberius who negotiated the rent down with his eloquence, leaving us enough money for the phone. But if Naberius monopolizes it, we will end up fighting over it.
Lucifer truly screwed us over.
The other grand marquis is Andras. With his thirty legions, he has so far only incited conflicts and battles. He has no other abilities. He will likely remain unemployed forever.
Camio, the great president, commands many legions as well. He understands the voices of nature. I suspect they will lock him in a psychiatric institution fairly quickly for that.
Gremory is also a grand duke. I won't even mention the number of his legions. Well—he will be useful to us. He can reveal lost or hidden treasures. He is not job-hunting; he is treasure-hunting. If he finds something every day, at least we won't starve.
Yes. And of course, there is me as well—Azazel.
As I said, I know many things, but I teach nothing to anyone.
I taught once. They have never forgotten it.
Aamon is sleeping. Morax is working. Naberius is out looking for a job. Gremory is not home either, as I mentioned.
We are waiting for Camio to return with Andras, and then we will go out and look at women.
Camio went grocery shopping.
Starting tomorrow, I will look for a job as well.
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Still me,AZAZEL(As you would say:POV AZAZEL. From now on, whenever I come up, I will adapt to this!)
Gremory seriously put his abilities to use and found a treasure. A part of our problems was solved suddenly and unexpectedly.Had he chosen to sell it on the black market, he could have made a much larger sum, but even so, we were able to move into separate apartments and get our own phones.We are no longer seven demons fumbling around in a single apartment.
I still don't understand what Lucifer was thinking!We are here by his command, yet he threw us out with one month's rent. Laughing.
It could have ended badly. As homeless demons, our task unfinished, we might have limped back to Pandemonium from under a bridge. That could easily have happened to several of them. Not to me—I am skilled in many things—but to Camio, Andras, and, well… Naberius hasn't earned a single penny—sorry, cent—as an influencer yet.
What happened was this: Gremory's intuition led him to an old tree far from the city, on the other end of the forest. He started digging and found the treasure.Bandits may have buried it there three centuries ago. The finder received a generous reward. Not from the ancient coins themselves—the state paid modern money for it.
Why am I boring you with this? Eh. The point is, we moved out separately and got our own phones.
Until now, I had been busy with the moving, and I still didn't have a job… just like Andras and Camio.That had to change.
Now that I finally had my own phone, I browsed job listings at my leisure. My knowledge of armor is no longer relevant, but companies dealing in women's cosmetics caught my attention.
I taught them this!It seems they are no longer quite as angry about it. They built an entire industry around my teachings. They grumble about me ungratefully, yet they use the knowledge I once dripped into their world.
I felt an immense sense of pride!
At last, I saw a job suited to me. I wanted to work at a cosmetics company. As we know, I understand not only the crafting of armor but also beautifying substances. Lucifer provided forged documents without a word. And not just any documents!
I was hired by the cosmetics company! With the education, experience, and CV Lucifer gave me, he didn't equip any of the others like this. No wonder I was accepted without difficulty.
I am on my way to work right now.
I am glad I know how to use computers and all human gadgets. We were well trained back home. There are plenty of IT specialists in Hell.
At the company, I conduct market research on the Rrr-Take product line. For now, I have a boss, but during the interview they outlined all my advancement opportunities. I am not the least bit interested.
Fortunately, my boss is a woman, like most of my coworkers, so I can observe them constantly.
Well… what should I say about my boss? Sometimes I miss Lucifer! And he's no angel either, believe me!
Angels…I have no time to think about angels.
To be fair, I have no time to think about mortal women either. I work from morning until evening, then I am tired and rest. "Wonderful."
Did I mention I was on my way to work? I have already arrived at the company.
I don't need a parking spot. I came by public transport. I didn't even notice the women. I was thinking about my work on the bus.
Ugh. I need to be serious for the whole day. I'm doing market research—not commanding demon legions over the vast nothingness, of course.
"So the big talker has arrived."
That's what Betty whispered about me to Tamara. I heard it clearly. I am a demon. Whispering about me is pointless.
People whisper about me. They haven't changed.
I didn't just assess the market—I assessed Betty and Tamara as well. A big talker? How else am I supposed to get to know women if I'm not allowed to speak to them?
Tamara has a husband. Betty is perfect for the purpose.
She's not an angel, but my task doesn't require an angel.(I, however, require only an angel. I truly won't mention it again.)
Fortunately, I don't need to collect dating tips from the internet. I admit, I watched a few videos online yesterday and laughed quite a bit.
Please. Women do not change.They don't like jerks. They seek security.
Now I just need to map out what kind of security Betty is looking for, and my case is won… pardon me—Lucifer's case.
For now, she just considers me a big talker, but that means she has already noticed me.
Today, I will restrain myself. If I overwhelm her with words, she'll think I'm some lunatic or obsessive maniac and will avoid me from afar.
Because you should know: women immediately brush off aggressive men. She won't see a man—she'll see desperation, or outright manic insanity.
I can't believe it! I caught myself teaching again. This time about women.
Enough. I'm stopping this as well.
Millennia ago, I taught humans countless useful things, and they still mention me ungratefully to this day.Me. Azazel.
Today, I avoided Betty so I wouldn't seem obsessive, pushy, or desperate.
Tomorrow, I'll try to talk to her one-on-one. No hints about the matter. Not even about her eyes being beautiful. That's so cliché. That's how I got kicked out of Heaven.
(I can't believe the "above ones" crossed my mind again…)
I'll talk to Betty about workplace issues. Not too much—so she doesn't feel burdened. I'll appear as an inexperienced new coworker who needs mentoring. A workplace duty. Just what I need!
I admit, this job genuinely interests me. I became fully absorbed in the market research at my computer.
"Coming for coffee?"
Tamara asked that. She's not suitable for the task. Married.
"What God has joined together, let no man separate."
Nor demon. We're not here to break marriages and provoke the "above ones."
But perhaps the path to Betty's heart leads through Tamara.
I took a coffee break with Tamara. Meanwhile, I observed her carefully.
She handled makeup and eye shadow skillfully—that earned her a plus point with me. She controlled the conversation. More than that—she interrogated me.
"Recently moved to the city, good references, not divorced, not married, no children."
She immediately reported all of this to Betty. Quietly, so I wouldn't hear, of course.I heard it. I'm a demon.
Now that Betty considers me single, she observed me closely. Rightly so—there's nothing to be ashamed of. I am the most beautiful among demons.
Tomorrow, I will invite her for coffee during the workplace break. This is still neutral ground.