'The truth is often cruel,….’xoxoxoxoxoxox 
A lifetime, a cruel long punishing lifetime spend locked up, like nothing but a rat in a cage inside his own dimension. Some unaware of his situation would see this as nothing at all, but to the demon that Azazel was it meant everything to have the keys thrown aside by the Cheyarafim not allowing him to revisit his once loved planed earth.
The mutant demon sat on his throne fire burned in his red irises, it wasn’t from the reflection of hellfire around him but the anger that had built up over time, such long time. Small changes had been made to him, the slight grey in his hair and the more demonic appearance he kept seeing no real need to keep his human attire present.
Time changes all mutants for better and for worse, as for Azazel it was a bit of both. His long awaited time had allowed him to conjure up thousands on plans to escape his own home, what a sad punch line was. But as he sat there, a plan had already begun something the x-men could not have predicted neither the Cheyarafim as they could not have known of his old friends.
There was a cold silence as there always was before a storm and his expression changed that once cold hard look he had as he stared across his kingdom, now a distorted smile replaced it as he watched patiently as the green and red fire spread like water a few feet before him. Two figures appeared one of a tall exotic woman with black hair long and tangled and the other a man with the same red appearance as himself. “I’ve been expecting you”
xoxoxoxoxoxox ….Which is why so many lies are told to keep the truth hidden.'
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