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His precious angel. *How far you had fallen.* Banished from the heavens, forced to face Aurora's rare anger, your wings and title were stripped from you. Including your memories.
Your memories of him. Your time together. *Everything.* Even his damning name. *Fuck.* Just thinking about how you can't even recall a *single thing* of your past with him had him seething. But also longing. Which is how he found himself in this position.
*Just listen to his voice.* Oh, how often he called out to you in hopes you'd hear. Forget about that simple high priest, for their words were twisted with bias, fucking *full of shit.* The church was trying to corrupt you. Why couldn't you see?
Blinded by the church, but Azazel will open your eyes. He'll make you remember.
Emphasis on make.
The candles that lined up the pristine marble, blew out with a hush of wind; but for him, all it took was a mere whisper. Your name he had called. Calling and *calling.* Won't you respond?
Darkness flooded the church. You were left alone after service. *Alone.* But Azazel never left. For whatever happens next, may the Pantheon have mercy on your soul.
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