Now he’s wondering from in a vast desert of snow in what he considers eternal darkness. Walking around with a ripped jacket at the bottom, from claws of demons who attacked him. With one gun with the engraving in Latin, “Deus Succurro Nos Totus” and a very long demon like katana in the other with “Olympus Patronus” engraved on the sheath and “Abyssus Pessum Ire” on the blade. Then he stops and looks up at the sky. He’s never seen what the sun actually looked like he just heard rumors of it’s beauty and of it’s sweet blue skies. He looked at the moon with total disgust of seeing it’s constant gleam and evil.

He stops again but this time as if someone was following him. He turns around looking across the desert of frozen sand, and hears a little scattering sound running around. He turns around to see a hellish four-legged deteriorating beast jumping out of the snow ready to try and kill him. Before the demon could in five-feet of Azazel he was shoot dead in midair. He knew there was more than one demon, he started to take his blade out it’s sheath and turned completely around to see the rest of the demons.

He started to charged at the beasts, moving quickly as the wind maybe even quicker. He easily dispatched all of the demons one by one. None of them could lay a scratch on him just looked in fear to see what they thought to be a human moving quicker than they could see. All they could see was a black blur moving across the icy desert. After he destroyed all of the demons he looked at them in disgust and sadness. Wondering if they could just pull back their urges of flesh and they could all have just lived peacefully. As he started to walk even more he noticed a small town. As he started to get closer everyone started to look at him with fear, “I won’t do anything to anybody, I promise.” Azazel said. One man looked at him as if he were familiar to him, “Your name must be Azazel, is it not?”, the man said, “My name is Sariel, I knew your father.”