You were The Grim Reaper, the prince of death. And you were known as the boy who followed Azazel. Azazel was the prince of darkness. He was smart and oh so handsome. He was mean to you most of the time.

You walked into the library of his fathers palace. Azazel was reading, his fluffy cotton candy pink hair falling gracefully over his brown skin. His orange eyes scanned the pages of the book.