Azazeel
Legacy Name: Azazeel

Name: Azazeel
Gender: Male
Age: Ageless
Orientation: Pansexual, but with a female preference

It had now been a week since Azazeel's fall from grace, and he couldn't be happier. Vegas was just the place to be at a time like this, and for seven nights and seven days the angel had been having a hell of a time. He'd drowned himself in booze, drugs, gambling, and- most importantly- women. He'd been with several prostitutes, and had even seduced several cute girls from the casinos, luring them to his bedroom for those one-night stands he was so fond of. They were great, those girls. Azazeel would never forget them, if only he could remember their names.
Yeah, it had been a wonderful vacation. But the time had come for Azazeel to return home to Heaven. He was sure everyone's tempers had cooled after their little spat. They'd welcome him back now. And as he arrived at the pearly gates, he prepared to be received with words of welcome and apologies. But nothing happened. Azazeel tugged at the gates, but they didn't budge.
"Hello??" he hollered. "I'm back! Can I come in?"
A nervous young angel popped up from behind the desk next to the Gates. "Azazeel? Is that you? Um... hi."
"Elaciel, funny joke," Azazeel snapped. "Now let me in."
"Uh... sorry. Can't do that, buddy," the angel replied, shrugging.
"What? Azazeel asked coolly. "You must be mistaken."
The angel hemmed and hawed, obviously nervous but still enjoying Azazeel's humiliation. "Yeah... uh... about that. God decided that your behavior hasn't exactly been... well, angelic. Let's take a look in the book..." Elaciel bent down again, then hauled a giant book up and plopped it on the desk with a mighty THUD. Propping it open, he ran his finger down a list of names and squinted as he reached Azazeel's. "Well. Oh my, buddy. You've certainly been... busy. In this week alone, you've drunk, gambled, crashed two cars, gotten in exactly five bar fights, been with several prostitutes, and broken up one extremely happy marriage."
"I didn't know she was married!" Azazeel protested. "She took off the ring!"
"Excuses, excuses," Elaciel tutted. "Also, in the past, you've stolen, lied, drunk, cheated, bought and sold souls, drugs, and other illegal and immoral items, and been with... men." He shuddered at the thought. "This is behavior we'd expect from demons. Not from an Angel of God. I'm sorry, Azazeel, but you're not welcome in Heaven anymore. Please leave." He closed the book and hastily slipped through the gates, anticipating the angel's wrath.
"You can't do this!" Azazeel roared, shaking the gates. "I demand to speak with God!" But nobody answered, except for the crowd of curious angels and human souls clustering around the golden path that led from the gates. Elaciel clucked his tongue and hurried away, leaving Azazeel yelling into thin air. The crowd murmured, gazing at him with hostility and suspicion. Azazeel had been fairly well known in Heaven for... well, not exactly thinking with his "upstairs brain." He'd made a few friends, and many enemies. They were eager to see him finally get his comeuppance. Nobody stepped in to help him, and he finally lowered his hands and stood there, mouth agape, like a fool.
Azazeel saw someone important pushing through the crowd. He couldn't tell who it was from this distance, but the glow of the angel's halo and the respectful murmurs from others nearby told him that it was probably an archangel, Zachariah or one of the others. Someone who could officially banish him. Who could shame him. He couldn't let that happen.
Spreading his huge wings, he peeled off and launched himself into the sky, streaking away from Heaven as fast as he could. He flew aimlessly through the clouds, not caring where he was going. Angry hot tears prickled his eyes, and he wiped them away furiously. He wouldn't cry. Angels didn't cry. But was Azazeel even an angel anymore, now that he couldn't go home to Heaven? A furious, animalistic howl tore from his throat and he pushed the thought away.
Azazeel flew for a long time. He flew until he didn't know where he was, sleeping on the wing as much as he could. Occasionally, he'd dip low enough to see a continent or stretch of ocean below him, get his bearings, and move on. Day and night seemed to pass unnaturally fast, but that could be because of how fast he himself was moving. Once, he passed a helicopter, and destroyed the propeller out of spite, refusing to look back as it plummeted down to Earth. But this filled him with such horrible regret and self-loathing that he resolved never to do so again.
He flew ans flew until finally, wings exhausted, he had no choice but to allow himself to plummet. His mind was filled with thoughts of misery and self-pity as he fell, and he chuckled inappropriately at the thought of how he was now a fallen angel. He'd never done anything bad to be banished for- sex wasn't a sin. At least, it shouldn't be, he decided, but it was too late now. He was going to die, and it wasn't his fault, and-
BLAM!Azazeel's mind filled with shock as he landed hard on a hot metal surface. He tried to sit up, but his bones seemed to be shattered. All of them. Of course, he was an angel; he'd heal quickly. But he wasn't supposed to reach Earth yet...
Of course! he realized. He must be in a different plane of Heaven. Perhaps another Heaven entirely, reserved for the souls of those who still worshipped the pagan gods. The metal surface- a roof, he decided- was quickly burning into him. His bones were knitting back together already, so with a groan, he rolled off the roof.

he is UNDER CONSTRUCTION.