#azim

Dark gods! We are not gods, she thought contemptuously. He smiled at her. Were they not standing in his very temple? Could she not hear the moaning of the faithful? Could she not smell their blood? - Queen of the Damned, Part 1 Chapter 3 "Goddess Pandora"

One thousand years ago, Azim had begun his rule in this temple from which no worshiper ever departed alive. His supple golden skin nourished by an endless river of blood sacrifice had paled only slightly over the centuries, whereas her own flesh had lost its human blush in half the time. Only her eyes, and her dark brown hair perhaps, gave an immediate appearance of life. She had beauty, yes, she knew that, but he had a great surpassing vigor. Evil. Irresistible to his followers, shrouded in legend, he ruled, without past or future, as incomprehensible to her now as he had ever been. - Queen of the Damned, Part 1 Chapter 3 "Goddess Pandora"

"You dare to come into my temple!" he said, and again the language itself eluded me but the meaning was telepathically clear. "You will die now!" Akasha said, the voice even softer than it had been a moment ago. "You who have misled these hopeless innocents; you who have fed upon their lives and their blood like a bloated leech." Screams rose from the worshipers, cries for mercy. Again, Azim told them to be quiet. "What right have you to condemn my worship," he cried, pointing his finger at us, "you who have sat silent on your throne since the beginning of time!" - Queen of the Damned, Part 2 Chapter 3 "Lestat: The Queen of Heaven"