
by Sajid Rabani
Before humanity learned to pray, before history carved its lies into stone, there was Azazel. He is not the devil they imagine. Nor is he the reason behind humanity’s fall. Before the heavens gave him the name “devil,” he was only a witness— to creation, to choice, and to one pattern that has never changed. Humanity has always sought something to blame. He watched them fall… and point into the darkness. He watched them destroy… and call it fate. Yet the truth is far simpler. They chose. Time passed. Civilizations rose. But one thing never changed— humanity never stopped searching for a devil to blame. And Azazel… still watches. Because there is a truth too bitter to accept: that destruction never comes from devils— but from humanity itself.
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