A full moon pulsates in the blood-red sky. A werewolf howls, its keening bark echoing through the cemetery looming on the unhallowed grounds of the haunted mansion. Thunder and lightning clash and collide, giving ample warning of the coming storm. Lightning streaks across the night, splintering the sky into forks of brilliant white light.
Donned in flowing black cape, Oliver answers the door, red eyes gleaming in the pre-dawn light. Showcasing his dazzling fangs, he bites The Nightingale on the neck and escorts her into the parlor. Organ music grinds from hidden wall speakers, the funeral dirge vibrating off the cavernous walls. Standing candelabras flicker on either side of the crimson settee, and a pitcher of gin n tonics is laid out on the coffin coffee table. The raven clock strikes the witching hour and Oliver introduces his guest.
She whirled and fled, her legs pumping, her feet going nowhere. The school seemed hundreds of miles away and her feet leaden. If she reached the Sanctuary—
Azazel was a leader of the Grigori, the angels sent to Earth to teach Mankind after the oust from
This novella presents the Grigori's tale in first person from Azazel's point of view--the temptations, his struggles and the final realization that Heaven doesn't speak to him anymore.