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A condensed biography of: Azazel Sol' Greh' Lok'

Age by the end of this extract: Fourty five Earth years - twenty two Azeron years.

[Part one of ??]

Azazel is the bastard son of King Arakiel Greh', born a prince but never regarded as such by his father or his brother until later in life - despite being born of royal heritage, his mother had forsaken and separated from his father before he was born.

In his youth, he was particularly well known for his defiance against his father and the organisation of his own war party - The Sons of Azeroth - as a means by which to compete against the superior forces of the Phoenix Warband, his brother's own group of highly trained, highly equipped competing forces.

Despite suffering crushing loss after crushing loss against them in the earlier years of the group, Azazel's way with the people and indestructible determination would eventually raise a fighting group organised for fun and to break the mold into one of the best coordinated forces on the planet.

Their first victory over the Phoenix Warband would not come until five years after the group was formed - but for an elite force that prided itself on it's strength to be overwhelmed by mediocre equipment, numbers and fighting spirit was an occurrence that caused waves across the planet.

For many, it was proof of the bastard prince's courage and leadership - without his voice leading the way, odds were that such a thing wasn't possible - but it was also an example of his strength and determination against his brother Guyver, proving his blessing from Azeroth. Unable to defeat him in one to one combat once again, as it had been since they were kids, Azazel absolved that he would either stand and defeat his brother - or he was not worthy, and was better off to lay down and die.

The God Sun pulsed with divine power, and the defeated Azazel stood once more, shrouded in golden energy - Azeroth himself having granted him the power to carry out his absolution.

The proceeding battle was one of the first events to be recorded and broadcast planet wide: as the two would duel with such ferocity that every Azerite on the planet could feel the sheer power emanating from the both of them - Guyver unleashing latent power of which he was uncertain he had, and Azazel pummeling him with outright holy fury, fueled by the Absolution he had made in order to achieve the previously impossible.

Indeed, blessed by the Absolute One, loss was all but impossible - and Guyver would be incredibly bitter in his eventual defeat, beaten and bested in front of the world by his eternally insuperior younger brother merely by the fact he was willing to please the God Sun with an absolution. Never before in his life had he lost, and by no means would he learn from this defeat.

Azazel however, would not hold it over him, and offered him a hand - which he slapped away in disgrace - but learned from the experience that both he and his brother had far greater potential, and that perhaps this eternal rivalry wouldn't be so bad for them. His brother was not willing to listen to this revelation however, and declared that the only reason Azazel existed was to prove the difference between the weak and the strong - no god gave aid to the strong.

Infuriated by this twist on his own revelation, Azazel disgraced Guyver on account of being a bitter loser and absent of understanding, declaring that only those seen as worthy recieved the blessings of the gods, and that his brother was by no means worthy of respect nor blessings - and proceeded to walk away from him, declaring that this was merely the beginning of a far greater occurrence.

Azazel was not the one to say many of these things however, and even he is uncertain of how much was spoken by Azeroth through him, and how much was his own latent animosity towards his brother.

Through the years to come, Azazel would continue to raise his rag tag war party into a truly established fighting force without needing him to hold them together - and would eventually leave them to pursue his own goals: he wanted a way to get off of this planet and away from his family, but in exchange for the knowledge and technology, he would have to make a deal with his father.

Provided that he spent a year fighting within his brother's war party, he would provide the engineers and the blueprints for an experimental orbital craft - while he was reluctant to work with his brother, he was willing to do anything if it got him closer to getting off of the planet, even if it would pit him against former allies.

But all is fair in brotherhood and war for the Azerites, and many of his old warband were more than pleased to throw themselves at him in combat simply to see if they could defeat their old leader - but by this time, Azazel had begun his mastery of the Six Godly Auras, and was far too great a force for any of them to deal with.

However, his brother would insist on taking the credit for his actions - being the proud face of victory once again, he was more than eager to soak up the glory and fame of leading the greatest war party again, with which, Azazel was not pleased, and upon the year ending, another Absolution was made.

"I shall prove to you all that I have not neglected my potential, whilst my brother has been more than content to sit upon his pride and gloat. No Azerite is born with the potential to walk amongst the Gods - we must earn our place!"

Once again, and far more drastically than last time, Azazel challenged his brother in combat and was victorious before the eyes of the God Sun, and by doing so, permanently made an enemy out of his family, as by doing this, his father denied him the access to the blueprints, but this was shortly lived - for he then challenged his father for the right to them.

No absolution was made, and yet, in his sheer fury, Azazel would metaphorically wipe the floor with his father, defeating him brutally and delivering excessive wounds, on top of humiliating him in front of all those under his banner - and when he walked away that day, he swore that the next time his father was dishonest and tried to cheat him out of anything: it would lead to his death.

Needless to say, this made him incredibly popular amongst those who despised the arrogant ruler, and even amongst those who followed him - for to the Phoenix kin, strength is the ultimate proof of superiority, and the defeat of King Arakiel by his own son proved him hardly worthy as a ruler, let alone a warrior: the occurrence leaving him with scars that would be a source of humiliation for years to come.

Azazel would entrust the blueprints to the Opalescent Order, leaving it within the care of Azeroth's greatest engineering geniuses whilst he spent the following years completing his dedication to the other gods - becoming capable of each and every aura with the exception of the Onyx Hunter's dark power, and becoming incredibly powerful as the years went on.

Once a functioning prototype was complete and prepared for travel beyond Azeron's orbit, Azazel would challenge his brother one more time - and would do so without making any absolution, to prove to his brother that the power was his own, and that he did not need any blessing to defeat someone who held too much faith in their natural gift.

Guyver was humiliated once again, far worse than ever before - to such an extent that he would resort to the dark power of the Onyx Hunter to try and strike his brother down, but is unsuccessful, proving only that he is willing to become the worst version of himself in order to be victorious, and with this, Guyver is once again bitter in defeat - swearing that the next time will be different.

Azazel's response to this is laughter, commending his brother with sarcasm for being able to speak with arrogance through bloodied lips - and to leave him there, cursing him as once again, he walked away to leave him to ruminate on his loss.

Azazel did not announce that he was leaving to anyone, and had no desire to - simply took off from the planet in the dead of night with little concern for where he was going, so long as it was elsewhere, pleased to see that the prototype could successfully escape orbit and survive exposure to the empty space beyond - by which he found himself utterly terrified, the prospect of something so infinite beyond him - yet found himself with no desire to turn back.

However, the ship would not be able to progress far beyond escaping the planet's orbit, and the Quazite based propulsion drives failed after a paltry period of time, dooming the ship to drift and eventually be pulled into the God Sun. This was no terrible death to an Azerite - to die in such a manner was an honour, and likely guaranteed meeting the Absolute One in the flesh, or, at least metaphorically.

So, he would put his feet up, engage the ship's long range broadcaster, and sing a song from his childhood - Kaze-Kaze-Nah, or, Eternal Moment as it would be in our tounge, and resigned himself to his fate.

This signal would be picked up by a distant Authorian Galactic Union station some ways outside of the solar system, just barely, and just when Azazel was prepared to say his prayers and welcome the Sun - an extreme range tractor beam would be sufficient to yank him off course and begin a steady pull towards the distant station.

To say this surprised the doomed prince was quite the understatement, unable to see the surrounding energy fields as the scanners did not recognise the signatures - and thought that Azeroth himself had decided to change his fate due to the fact he was so understanding of his journey coming to an end - and was further surprised when a blue furry face appeared upon his communicator, speaking in tounges that he could not understand.

From their perspective, they were just as confused as he was, believing that the nearby system was devoid of life and that this station was merely here as an emergency pit stop for anyone moving between the edges of the galaxy's arms - to see another species speaking in a totally alien tounge meant only one thing: a new species had been discovered.

While they had no direct means of communicating with one another, each of them understood the feline tones of surprise, gratitude and general bemusement and found this sufficient to translate that Azazel was actually in mortal peril and that they'd just saved him - and that the reason for his ship being caught by the tractor beam was nothing more than curiosity towards the language his doomed ship was broadcasting, at which a laugh was shared.

It would take some time for it to sink in that Azazel had come into contact with what may as well be an alien to him - the fellow feline quite so familiar he hardly acknowledged their differences aside their language, if not for their alteration in colour and softer features, they likely could have passed for a male Azerite.

While it would take years to click, something was rather strange about how someone from a whole different star system could be quite so alike.

Their rudimentary attempts at communication as the ship was steadily dragged out of the solar system developed into a crash course in Galactic Standard English, the feline on the other side trying his best to find equivalents of Azerite words and sayings and noting down each alien word Azazel spoke with haste that he would expect to see from an overly energetic Magui - and after some time, they would introduce themselves as Malcolm, of the Authorians, followed by Azazel doing his best to do the same in the haphazardly learned tounge.

This process would take hours - the station was some distance away from Azazel's solar system, and would allow plenty of time for him to bridge the gaps between his native language and Galactic Standard English, and by the time he could finally see the grand, space borne structure, his awe could be properly expressed and understood.

Upon arriving, he was rather pleased to see Malcolm waiting for him - paw outstretched - and made a jovial comment on the similarity of introduction practices, merrily taking it and shaking it, although finding that he could almost pull Malcolm's arm off accidentally, finding his absence of physical strength concerning, but not really commenting on it - for it was entirely plausible that his strength was an exceptional thing here, and there are likely many easier planets to live and thrive on than his own.

A brief conversation would follow concerning the state of his ship - it was no good to fly, that was obvious, and would be taken away for disassembly and research, being an alien space craft, hardly functional or not - and while he wasn't too pleased about losing one of the few things he'd bought from home, he could understand why they wanted it to remain within their care.

Upon being asked if he wanted an escort back to his planet, he merely laughed, stating that he was perfectly fine to die off of it, and doesn't intend to go back any time soon - so this was followed by a job offer with one of the Authorian haulers that would be stopping here shortly.

Azazel did not notice the sly shift in tones, nor was he distrusting enough to think anything of how convenient this was to spring on him - but a bio scan was all that was required to see if he qualified.

The word "compatible" seemed to be the most noteworthy thing to be stated from the machine, outlined in red, and despite him asking, Malcolm didn't inform him as to what he was compatible with, shrugging and stating that it wasn't his business, it's just something the employer was looking for.

And with that, all he had to do was sign - something Azerites didn't really do, as Azerite names end up looking quite similar, but nonetheless he scrawled out his full name in the most signature resembling scribble that he could manage, taking Malcolm's tidy, curved writing as an example.

Azazel wasn't exactly inclined to check what it was he was signing - Azerites being generally allergic to paperwork and simply wanting it to be over with - and wouldn't understand the extent of what he just did for a while, but if nothing else, well, it certainly could have been worse.