Azazel knew that although he embedded his presence in the minds of the residents, there was nothing he could do to change their hearts and free will. He couldn't force humanity to believe that his kind existed, but he had to show them the universe was far bigger than they imagined. He would not make the same mistake his bearer did so many years ago, causing his death. Although it would take time, Azazel had a good feeling that his plans were going to be successful.
He smiled when he noticed a handsome figure sitting outside of the Mountain Rocky Cafe looking at his cellphone. Most would think he was passing the time, but Azazel knew he was waiting for someone. He was impeccably dressed in a gray three-piece pinstripe suit with his short-cropped hair and jet-black eyes. Azazel wasn’t sure why Gadriel Madden decided to cut all his hair off, which was unlike the angel sect, good or bad.
An angel's hair was not only for aesthetics but was also a symbol of strength. From birth to the day they no longer existed in the world. Most would wear a glamour to make it appear shorter, while Gadriel, on the other hand, had cut his off. Azazel was always of the mind to allow others to do as they wished to make them happy and simply supported his friend who had been by his side since they were cast out of the heavenly realms.
Over the years they had separated and Azazel allowed Gadriel to do his own thing and return to his side whenever the need arose. Gadriel had done various jobs over the past few decades, from being a businessman to of late a doctor, but when Azazel told he was going to go into entertainment, his friend joined in on his pursuit and became the CFO for Valleywood Studios.
Gadriel was handsome, with or without hair. Azazel had thought about sleeping with Gadriel a few times, but he let it pass because he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by using his friend as a replacement lover. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Besides, he was certain Gadriel had been in love with someone else for the past few decades, though he refused to divulge a name. As far as Azazel could understand from Gadriel's words, the other person did not have any romantic feelings for him. It was something Azazel could relate to.
“How did you know I would show up early?” Azazel said when he reached the table and sat down.
Gadriel looked up at him with bright eyes and a charming smile. “It’s a beautiful day, boss, and I know you wouldn’t spend it inside.”
Azazel couldn't deny his words; since coming out years of his self imposed hiding, he tried to soak up as much sunshine as possible. It was the reason he had his office and penthouse renovated with walls of windows.
“I didn’t know you paid so much attention to me.” Azazel chuckled.
Gadriel smiled, then stood. “Let me go and get you a cup of tea.”
Azazel stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it. You relax.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. I’ll be right back.”
Azazel walked over to the entrance of the cafe and, as soon as he was about to push the door open, it was pulled from the other side. Azazel moved his mouth to speak, but his words failed him as he looked at the other person who'd opened the door, or rather their beautiful blue eyes with specks of gray, trying to hide behind black-framed glasses.
Azazel felt lost for a few seconds and his body stood, unable to move an inch. Although the man looked very appealing, there was something off about his appearance, as if it didn't fit.
“Are you going to move or should the cafe mold you into gold and turn you into a statue?”
“What?” Azazel said, coming out of his haze.
“You’re in my damn way, move,” the blue-eyed beauty said.
“What the hell is your problem? Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” Azazel snapped, no longer transfixed by the man’s blue eyes.
“I never had a mother,” the other man snarled.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Why are you apologizing?” He stepped closer to Azazel. "I never knew my parents. So what is there to be sorry for?"
“What the hell? I don’t even know you.”
“Then why show me false sympathy?”
“Someone should teach you a fucking lesson,” Azazel growled. “It’s called being fucking polite.” He narrowed his eyes at the man. “Do you know who I am?”
“An egotistical asshole who won’t get the fuck out of my way. I have places to be and you’re keeping me from them.”
Azazel went to speak, but another person spoke instead.
“Blue, what’s the matter?”
“Some fucker is in my way and won’t move.”
Blue, so that’s his name.Looking into his eyes, Azazel thought it fit perfectly.Wait, could he be Blue Lennox?
