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The flames that I had gleamed out of the corner of my eye were
fast coming into full blown view as I continued to look down, the
rock I was slipping through giving way until there was no more rock
and my body suddenly became heavy, like I was alive. Still I was
nothing but a bag of bones but I could breathe and move.

Taking in a huge gulp of air as if I had lungs it was the
worst decision to take as it was like inhaling fire. Throat burning
I swear I could feel my lungs on fire and my eyeballs melting,
however I still had no organs, no skin, no nothing. Well that was
until I passed this thin veil of dark air.

From where I was falling there was another endless drop
beneath me, taking me to god only knew where, it was filled with a
fiery red atmosphere except every now and again I went crashing
through some black hovering mist and every time I passed through
this strange smoke like mist part of my body returned. At first it
was organs that returned to me as I passed through the first mist
like barrier, lungs, heart, intestines, all returned to me. Each
time I did pass through it hurt like nothing I had experienced
before. Not a fan of pain it brought tears to my new electric blue
eyes, the tears quickly evaporating as they formed.

I must have fallen through twenty two layers of thick black
mist until every part of my body had returned to me, some of it
slightly odd and nothing of what it once was back in the world of
the living. Completely naked from head to toe my muscle density had
increased significantly, making me look like some kind of ripped,
yet skinny gladiator, my jet black hair had turned bright fiery red
like a clowns and no matter how much I tried to keep it down it
spiked up. All I could think to myself now was that I sure as hell
wasn’t getting a woman any time soon, not that I wanted a nagging
bitch anyway. Never really was interested in anything other than
myself and my precious guns.

Try as I might to get the devilish hair into a style I wanted
I saw what waited beneath me as I soared towards it at well over a
hundred miles per hour. A vast desert of all kinds of colours, red
and yellow more prominent but there was even green and blue sand.
No matter how far I looked into every direction there was
absolutely nothing but sand. Like one huge kitty litter box I said
to myself making me chuckle. Maybe it was the devils crap box,
either way I was on a one way collision with it and as I came
closer it suddenly dawned on me. Was I even going to fucking
survive this fall?

Chapter three: Friend or foe

Screaming at the very top of my new set of lungs that the dark
mists had seen fit to grant me I found myself continually looking
at my demise as I was suddenly meters away from the sandy surface.
Just when all hope looked terrible bleak some bastard saw fit to
jolt my ass quite literally.

I couldn’t have been more than ten meters above a red sandy
dune when a gigantic bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens
cooking me alive, the pain was tremendous, worse than the horrible
spirit chains. Spirit chains were what I had named those awful
torturing chains that had dragged me to this place.

Jolt after jolt I fried yet they didn’t stop, it was like the
very sky above me was a whole stream of flowing lightning, thunder
crackling ever so loud it practically melted my ear drums. Scarce
counting three awful jolts of seriously high voltage lightning I
passed out suspended in mid-air. No idea what was happening to me
it would take a miracle to survive.

It must have been several thousand miles I had dropped below
the very surface I use to dwell on, so if the impact of the fall
didn’t kill my ghostly ass then surely Zeus’s farts would? But they
didn’t.

Barely opening my eyes I glanced around finding myself
sprawled out on the red sandy dune, smouldering smoke all around
me. Body unscathed by the events that had happened I sprang to my
feet shouting wildly into the air.


Fuck you Zeus! Wait a minute… This floor is scorching
hot!”

Springing about like a bunny gone mad I couldn’t even
comprehend the amount of heat radiating from the surface of the
sand. It seared my flesh with every little touch as I danced like a
puppet on a string, the smell of something similar to bacon wafting
up my nose. My own body burning was starting to make me hungry.
Then again I had no idea at how long I had been in freefall or how
long I had been passed out.

So top of my agenda was to first get something to eat and
drink, anything at all would do as my tongue felt like it had
formed blisters. Next would be to find out where I was. Third I
guess would be to find some suitable clothing as a coat of blood on
top of my naked body wasn’t going to do even though it was
incredibly hot wherever I was.

Azazel danced around the baking hot desert trying as he may to
adjust to the new world he had been crudely entered into. It seemed
that the desert alone was torturing him for his past life’s sins.
Either way he continued onward, not knowing which way was north as
all he could see when he looked up was a sky filled with raging
fire. Deep in the distance of the vast sprawling desert there were
many fiery vortexes playfully dancing around the dunes, tearing
apart anything they came in contact with.

Not another soul in sight, Azazel was truly alone, not that he
minded seeing as he spent an entirety alone. Aimlessly wondering
for hours it wasn’t long before Azazel was on his hands and knees.
Starved and so badly dehydrated the scorching sand of the now
yellow desert melted away at his flesh.


Fuck. I can’t… Go on.” Azazel said in a gasping
tone.


Then don’t. Die a dogs death Azazel.”

A male voice from the nearby distance spoke out, even speaking
Azazel’s name.

Tired and exhausted I could barely move my head towards the
direction of the elderly man’s voice but I spotted him sat on a
small mound of blue sand. Looking down upon my weary, blooded,
battered and naked body he sat there looking quite comfortable.
Dressed all in black he had a black zipped jacket and black jeans
with black shoes. Roughly aged around fifty he was quite wrinkled
yet had a short bristly beard wrapping only around his mouth. His
head was shaved, not one drop of sweat on his face at all, yet here
I was melting like a fucking Popsicle in a volcano.


Who…The fuck… Are you?” I said.


Such a vulgar tone as always. Nonetheless I shall answer your
question with another question. Who would you like me to be
Azazel?” The old man spoke softly like he was all friendly and
familiar.

Pondering for but a brief moment I tried my hardest to stand
up but my body was too weak. I had no idea who this man was or why
he spoke to me so gently. What did he mean asking me such a
ridiculous riddle of a question? Speaking like he knows me by
calling me vulgar, God I swear if I could shoot him I would shoot
the bastard dead right now.


God doesn’t exist where we currently are Azazel. Guns on the
other hand do exist but are quite hard to come by just like Angelic
weapons. Swords, maces, Demonic devices and weapons are more
prominent down below. However, it seems you deem me as an enemy and
would like nothing more than to kill me so here you go.” The
elderly man stopped speaking as he reached behind his
back.

Barely in crawl position like a damn baby I could only look on
as my hands, knees and feet merged with sand and the man pulled a
thin lengthy blade from behind his back. At first the blade was
folded like a switch knife but as I kneeled there I saw him flip it
open before then standing and throwing the blade at me. My eyes
grew wide as the blade hurtled towards my head, ready to cleave
clean through my neck. I must dodge I thought, I have to fucking
dodge!

Chapter four: Guardian

Blade hurtling towards my overstretched neck at what would
appear to be incredibly fast I had no idea what to do. My body was
basically one with the sand, melted to the point of unrecognisable.
What was I meant to do? No way could I move, but I must and I did.
It was like muscle memory or something else. Sparks jolted all
around my body literally springing me to life, it was like my body
become coated in a soft shield of tingling electric, it felt warm,
gentle and friendly as it bounced around my body, jolts of static
jumping between those stupid spikes in my dreadful hair.

There I was, free of the sand, stood in defensive position.
Left leg outstretched I had caught that whirling blade with my
scorched right hand and was now holding it instinctively. It felt
as if I was holding my gorgeous Glock, oh how I did miss my babies.
What was happening to me? I had never before held a blade beside
the odd few I confiscated during fights, yet I barely held onto
them longer than five seconds as I normally jammed them down
someone’s throat or into some part of their body at the very
least.

Fascinated by how quickly my body reacted it felt like it
wasn’t me, sure I was fast in the real world but this was beyond a
joke. Sparks of electricity had been left where I was once crouched
over like a babe, following like a breadcrumb trail to where I now
stood, the electricity keeping me safe from the scorching
sand.

Blade in hand it felt warm, the handle was soft, moulded to my
grip. I wasn’t sure whether it was soft black leather or rubber.
One thing for sure was that it felt right, like it belonged in my
right hand, more so than a pistol. Thin yet light the blade had
several groves stretching from the base of the narrow handle to the
forty degree tip at the end, the whole sword glistening in
electricity.

Hardly enough time to comprehend what was going on or to
admire the weapon perched within my grasp the elderly man flew at
me. When I say flew I mean he literally FUCKING flew!

Black wings stretching from his back like some magnificent
bird they were sleek and majestic but the sheer speed he used to
get from his cosy spot on a nearby mound of sand to reach me was
staggering, so staggering I didn’t see him. Disappeared from my
eyes, my eyes that could even see bullets move like they were in
slow motion. Unable to defend the man clasped his hand around my
head like a vice and threw me down hard into the sand; keeping his
hand on my face he used his other arm to disable the weapon he had
given me.


Now you should realise Azazel that you are no match for me. I
can kill you here and now if that is what you wish. A fitting end
for a street dog, or perhaps you would like the chance to do
something much greater?”

Mumbling through the man’s cold hand he was cutting off my
breathing, his hand that large it was suffocating me.


Let… Go… Of… Me.”

Just as I asked the man removed his hands and stepped back
taking the blade with him.

Once more he sat back down, legs crossed he smiled at
me.


My name is also Azazel. I am your guardian angel young man.
Since your birth I have followed your every step, you and many
others I might add. Out of them all you were by far the most
amusing which is why I purposely gave you the ability of a demon
when you are still a mere mortal.”


Guardian angel? Sure didn’t save my ass from taking a bullet
though did you? Or how about save me from this hell hole.” I said
coldly to the man also named Azazel as I sat up, the lightning
still keeping me safe from the sand.


Granted I could have helped you back in the world of the
living. However, I personally think you will find the afterlife
more to your liking. Basically you are sort of dead because of me.
Well not entirely because of me, I sure didn’t send you to go pick
a fire fight with a bunch of gangsters. Very entertaining to
watch.

Putting this very bluntly young Azazel there is a quest I
would like you to undertake. I shall not mention it until after you
decided on where you would like to go in your afterlife. If you
choose to repent all sins then the gates of Heaven shall open and
you will be granted passage into god’s paradise. Choose not to
repent your sins and stay here, trapped in Limbo.”

Laughing to myself from within as the elder Azazel quieted
down to hear my response I began to wonder.

So this wasn’t Hell after all. Trapped in Limbo or proceed to
Heaven, the only way to know was to ask elder Az whether or not it
was worth it and what fucking sins did he mean?


Hey Az what sins should I repent for? You mean killing all
those people who were basically asking to go to Hell
regardless?”


Only one aspect of your being I didn’t enjoy young Azazel and
that was your foul mouth, I do recognise that you were not brought
up by any parents though other than that Nazi man. Then again you
really had no idea what you were digesting. You are right though,
you must repent for all yours sins of murder, theft and lies, then
you shall be granted passage.”

If he thought for a moment I was going to repent for a short
life time of getting rid of the scum in the living world then god
was more of a retard than I was. Screw Heaven, sounds like it was
built for snobs anyway. Fuck it all, if I have to I will build a
damn sandcastle and live in it for the rest of my afterlife. Hang
on a moment.


A fucking Nazi raised me? What do you mean he fed me
something?” I screamed as I stood up.

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