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Azazel: ...

Azazel: So, I've no plans tonight

When a God dies

A cold wind blew in the middle of that clear night. He watched the moon in the north, lying beneath a giant oak.

This one, reigned absolute in the skies, gleaming, as well as his hair, which so clear, looked like silver liquid.

Such a night was atypical in that season. At least it had been in the last 2000 years.

The wind howled sadly deep inside, making the fragile body beside him shrink and seek for heat. He found it beneath those large, white wings, the same ones that she waited to see on the horizon whenever he was forced to leave.She clung tightly to his arm as she touched him, still sleepy.

He smiled, almost without realizing it. He had never fully become accustomed to this human habit, but he practiced it without even realizing it. This and so many others who invaded him before he could realize it. Everything thanks to her. To those sweet and audacious eyes that broke his convictions. Before her, all she could get for humanity was neglect. He had been used to saw them like ants. He thought them foolish, weak, imperfect, and dependent on useless things. Yes, he thought human feelings useless.

To him, a god, what could be more imperfect? Ironically, such feelings flooded him like a wave after he knew her.

The contempt turned into curiosity for humans. Curiosity gave way to affection. And when he thought it was complete, came the one that would be the most revolutionary feeling, love. This, he discovered to be the overwhelming force that all the living would find at some point of existence. Such discoveries, however, were his greatest secret.

He was not allowed to love them or touch them. He nonetheless already enjoyed them both. He did not regret it.

She shifted again. He, distractedly staring at the starry sky, turned down as he realized he was being watched. He stood with the orbs that had so changed him. Cherishim and lilac in a declaration of mutual affection.

“I love you.” He said, this time without hesitation. He had tried in every way not to get involved, but he’d failed mediocrely. All roads led to her. And once they had each other, he knew he would not be at peace without she. To keep such feeling he would risk anything. Even if it meant becoming a fallen.

She looked deep into his eyes, knew what to stand beside her, a mere mortal, it would cost someone like him.

Her fingers moved around his neck, lightly touching his skin. Besides so delicate touch, it made him shudder. She knew that he was sensitive at this point and did not like to appear vulnerable. He knew that he would protest and took advantage of this breach to steal a kiss.

From surprised to completely embarrassed, he tried to hide his face. She then held him, with both hands. He deposited another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate and answered only;

- Me too.

He then rested his head on her lap, letting her caress. The warmth of her body and the sweet smell that made him fall asleep.

She slept with that smell and all she saw in her dreams was her face. I could still see him, even now. It was no more than a mere memory. Blotted out by the centuries.

He could still see her face, even if they had plucked out their eyes instead of his arm. It was there, projected forever in the depths of memory.

Sweet as honey, painful as the cut of the sword he had received from his friend and mentor, the same one who told him about humans and how they can change a God.

This was his punishment. Only by knowing what love was.

There, in the dark heart of the mountain he called a prison, he realized that it was not the love that had made him fall. He would make him reborn.

He could feel the change protruding, expanding out of himself. Black and shapeless, just like everything inside his heart. There the angel died and the demon was born .

When I see these Azazel and Jeanne together , I see in the gaze that they convey the mutual sense of loss, the pain and all the regrets they carry. None of them asked to be a parent. But fate wanted them to be, having or not been blood relatives. They loved Mugaro, fought for him, abandoned the hatred in their hearts for him. When I see Azazel and Jeanne, I see old enemies united by grief, loss, and constant humiliation, if they hold hands and become support to each other. They probably will never be a couple, especially with Jeanne going to live in the land of the gods and Azazel … well, apparently the writers hate him so much that not even place to go was assigned to him. despite this fact, they showed a tuning that could make me watch this show of horrors until the end.

In the end, these two lost everything, and not only them, think about Kaisar, he also lost everything, since we do not know how much of his personality remained after becoming a undead.

We know Bahamut is still alive, he just needs time to recover. The Coccyto remains destroyed, those who were segregated, tortured and enslaved only became accustomed to an infallibly less degrading life. What was expected, since the stones used in the obedience collars no longer exist, or changed the treatment of the demons, there would easily be another rebellion. Now think to me; if it was possible to maintain a decent and productive working relationship between the two races, what is the real need to enslave, torture, maim and rape a whole people? What’s the point of murdering millennial beings like the gods? Even if mankind had to evolve in order to deal with a greater evil, Bahamut is the only evil that has united everyone more than once.

Even now, those who were weak, unarmed, or oblivious to the situation, were saved by the multitudinous effort of gods and demons, since Dromos could only shoot forward and once, so it would not serve as a shield for anyone.

When I reflect about what the anime has shown me, I can only think how much our society, in a general way, is moving towards the worst.

We accept the trivialization of evil, and worse, we divide ourselves among those who see the problem, those who ignore it because it was only an anime, so they “ conveniently do not have to take it seriously” and those they think are normal and acceptable, because the so-called “masterpiece "is an exciting love story.

Honestly, this space would not be enough to describe the number of pathologies associated with such a biased and peemissive thought. A love story, especially one so poorly developed, does not overlap with all the atrocities committed there.

It does not matter if there has been any "punishment” or “consequence” for such acts. All I saw related to this was a pretender, purposefully handsome and articulate, acting Hitler and being “saved” by adolescent love. He is not a hero. It’s just a jerk with words of effect and an undeclared “Oedipus complex.”

* Azazel and Kaisar start discussing aggressive to each other.*

Nina: It's not the gentle part I have problems with, but it's the dumb, dull stupid part. * Azazel and Kaisar start a fight (again) *

Rita : Yes... * looking bored to the fight *

Azazel: What the problem? Why the stranger face?

Azazel girlfriend : Why you can’t be like this? * point to the movie*