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Haniel
In the kingdom bendecido of the angels and gods, an angel called Haniel.
He was Living with the others, in the top of the skies, where the clouds do not reach and the birds they do not come.
A 18-year-old innocent age young woman, with fair-haired hairs as putting of the sun and brilliant and white wings.
Many young people had wanted already to ask for its hand but she was looking to an ideal angel, to which it was turning out to be perfect to her.

Azazel
In the damned and dirty hell, a demon of which they all were afraid for its uncontrollable anger.
He was Living in the lowest of the underworld, in the most dangerous alleys. It was the most awesome demon of all, and he hated to the angels and to the human beings.
Nevertheless, it was most loved between theirs, because although it was evil its incredible beauty was uncontrollable.
Azazel with 24 years of age, possesses a chestnut-colored hair, beefy lips and big black wings that were serving to him to move back and forth.
It was Flying to kill, to hunt and to take it to its mouth. It was killing without remorse, without compassion and cruelly.

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One day, the sweet angel and the macabre demon, wanted to experience something that earlier they had never done.
Haniel wanted to fly down and Azazel wanted to fly up.
After a long trip the two were in the world of the human beings, they were using its big wings to move and after some minutes of curiosity, they were face to face.
The two looked attentively; the cautious Haniel innocent person penetrated like a bowshot the Azazel heart and in a second I remain madly in love with her.
The sweet angel curious touched the cheeks of the young man. Then, he wanted to touch it too, but the beautiful angel did not approve it and went out flying towards the skies.
Azazel flew behind her colliding with the clouds, but an invisible barrier prevented him from coming, and angered it returned to the hell.

“I Am in love of an angel”. He thought.

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Next morning, Haniel went down again to the world of the human beings.
The truth is that she was feeling something for Azazel since she had remained impressed by its beauty.
When it went down at a height of the clouds it found Azazel in one of them, he had been waiting for it there the whole night.
Azazel woke up of its deep sleep and saw to the beautiful angel flying to its feet. He got up running and thought:
“Sight what beauty is, has an angel in its smile and thousand demons in its head; but let's be sincere: who would fall in love with me and my scars?”. Then he said:
A: They have prohibited the demons to win the love of us of angels like you.
H: Then, I will stop being an angel to obtain your love. Determined Haniel answered.
To: My love you already have it; but for much that my heart wishes your love, they will never allow it to us.
H: Azazel, tomorrow is my coronation, they will nominate me a queen and I will have to marry Apollo, but I want that you know that my love is only yours. Nobody will be able to replace it. Although it is the second time that we meet. I feel that I meet you of years.

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It was the wedding of Haniel and Apollo.
“To sorrow I will be 19 years and I am already going to marry the wrong angel”. He thought.
The rings crossed the fingers of the fiancés and the wedding concluded without emotion on the part of Haniel.
Later they nominated her a queen of all the angels and the celebration began.
Haniel left flying to the arms of its dear demon, who was waiting in the cloud.
H: Today I married the wrong man. I made a mistake, and admit it; so only I ask you for a thing, take me with you … I want to be with you in the hell.
To: Haniel if you wish it this way will be, but as soon as the portal of the underworld was penetrated there will not be return.
H: The consequences do not import for me if I can be with you.
Azazel of that time offered to him its hand and together they were quickly flying down with intention of crossing the portal to the hell.

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It was very hot and Haniel could not bear it, the poor and sweet angel stranged down on Azazel's arms, who realized his error and quickly climbed it into the cloud.
But it was late. Haniel had vanished.
His heart had been broken in the same impact against the underworld.
Her beauty was now in the feathers that flew looking for a place to perch.
Azazel wept every day for the pain caused by the death of his beloved.
He had finally found someone who loved his scars and didn't care about the risk of that love carried.
And one night, in tears Azazel took his own life, because of the suffering he could no longer bear.