Azazel peered out over the balcony, his eyes taking in the bright colors squeezing through clouds. It was chilly, he thought, pulling his thin cardigan around himself. The scent of rain hung in the air as he watched the sky darken and the colors fade away as morning fully arrived. Pinks, yellows, and reds disappeared first. Blue soon followed, overtaken by the grayness climbing over the mountain tops. But as the mist thickened and the unmistakable roll of thunder growled threateningly, one color hung on, rapidly fading. Orange. Even though he was a demon royalty, apparently his human body felt all the things that he was supposed to feel. That was a bad thing, thought Azazel.
It didn't take long until the husky color faded. Rain splattered the deck.
He went inside.
Today was the day that
