The Reign Of Azazel

Goomy

In a major city in the World in the year 3010. Tall buildings rise into the sky and vehicles fly across the city skyline. However, that beauty only becomes an illusion when we pay attention to the atmosphere of the city which is full of fear and insecurity. Azazel, a ruthless leader who rules with an iron fist, has taken power and turned the World into a bleak place.

"I am Azazel, the highest ruler of this country and ruler over the helpless souls. I rule with demonic power and without mercy," Azazel looked at the large city under the balcony of a magnificent building where he ruled.

Everything felt empty and lonely. The streets that were usually crowded with vehicles were now only inhabited by Azazel's troops patrolling every corner of the city. Fear and insecurity engulfed the entire city, even the animals in the surrounding forest were heard stamping their feet and flapping their wings as Azazel's army passed by.

"I have set strict rules, but they are for the good of the country. I don't care what you think, because I have more power than all of you," Azazil's face was cold and expressionless.

Meanwhile, a group of people gathered in a corner of the city. They talk about the changes that are happening in this World and everyone blames each other. One of them took a deep breath, looked at the group of people he chose, and said: "We have to do something to stop Azazel. We can't continue to live in fear."

"You are all weak beings and need guidance. Without me, you wouldn't know how to live properly. The punishment I gave you is a testament to my power and wisdom," Azazel stepped towards his throne.

The people gathered and began to plan a way to overthrow Azazel from his unjust rule. They kept gathering at the same place every day, discussing their strategy, and gathering the information they needed.

"I'm not afraid of anyone, not even angels. I draw strength from within me and that makes me invincible," Azazel's eyes radiated burning coals.

Azazel knew all the activities carried out by the people he led and he decided to take decisive action. He sent his elite troops to arrest all people and groups who tried to oppose him. And Azazel threatened to kill their family if they didn't surrender.

"Don't try to fight me, because that would be a pointless act. I'm always monitoring you guys, and any action that violates the rules will be met with the appropriate punishment," Azazel clenched his right fist with all his might.

When the groups found out that Azazel knew of their plan, they split in two. One group chose to give up and acknowledge Azazel's reign, while the others persisted in their plot to overthrow him.

"This is the power that I have. If you can't appreciate it, then you will receive a heavier punishment than what you have received before." muttered Azazel.

Azazel's army arrived at the gathering place of the rebellious groups and arrested everyone who was there.

"You are all too late to apologize. Your punishments have been decided and cannot be changed," said a soldier of Azazel's army in a firm tone.

In a short time, the protesters were thrown into a dark and cold prison. They realized that they had lost their rights and could do nothing against Azazel's cruel reign.

"The souls in this land will be mine forever. I will continue to rule in a cruel way, and no one will be able to stop me," said Azazil in his muttering.

Two guards carried a protester onto a balcony and forced him to kneel with his head hanging out of the balcony. Azazel just sat expressionlessly on his throne. Then an executioner with a large ax in his right hand stepped up to the protester. Crowds of people, deliberately gathered under the balcony. Without warning the executioner beheaded the demonstrator.

The people under the balcony screamed hysterically and in fear. The protester's head flew between them. Then the guards holding the protester's body threw the body into the middle of the crowd under the balcony.

Azazil got up from his throne. He stepped calmly towards the balcony and stood on the balcony lip looking at the frightened people.

"This is a pilot for you guys!" shouted Azazel in a thunderous voice.

***

Alchem - Xavas - Cygnsor - Year 3010.

Mount Ciremai has less green. Skyscraper futuristic buildings stand firm. Fresh air is much reduced. Pollution and dust become one in the air. Vehicles flying around.

Rizal crossed the small road that stretches in the middle of the city of Alchem, feeling relieved when he made it through the streets which are usually packed with vehicles. However, his steps suddenly stopped when he saw a large convoy coming from the same direction as him.

"Who are they?" Rizal muttered to himself, looking at the group of people wearing black uniforms complete with weapons on their backs.

As the group got closer, Rizal saw the logo on their sleeves clearly: Azzazel. Rizal gulped and tried to turn around, but he was immediately ambushed by several soldiers who prevented him from leaving.

"Do not move!" said one of them, taking out a weapon equipped with a long barrel. "You must come with us."

Rizal stepped back, wanting to run away, but Azzazel's warriors kept closing in on him. He had no choice but to follow them.

"Wait a moment!" said Rizal, trying to claim his rights. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

The soldiers only smiled sinisterly. "You will find out later," one of them answered.

Rizal was frightened when the soldiers brought him towards the city center. When he got there, he was shocked to see that Azzazel's soldiers had rioted and robbed shops along the way.

"Why are you guys doing this?" Rizal shouted, trying to stop the soldiers. "You have no right to do this!"

"It's useless to talk," said one of the soldiers, "we are Azzazel's army and we rule here. Anyone who gets in our way will be punished."

Rizal felt helpless as Azzazel's soldiers continued to ravage the small town. He felt trapped and helpless before them. He could only stand by and watch the destruction around him.

"He's pretty great, right?" said a soldier, glancing at Rizal. "Quite silent and useless."

The soldiers laughed, but Rizal felt he had no strength to reply. He was devastated to see the small town where he lived became damaged and messy.

"What do you want?" asked Rizal, trying to plead. "Why are you guys doing this?"

The soldiers only smiled cynically. "You don't need to know," they replied. "The important thing is that you know that we rule here."

Rizal felt hopeless, wailing in his heart. He felt trapped in the arbitrary circle of power of Azzazel's army. He knew that he couldn't do anything to stop them.

However, in the midst of the destruction, Rizal saw a woman who was being shouted at by a soldier. He saw how frightened she was, and felt called to action.

"Why did you hurt that woman?" said Rizal, stepping closer to the soldier who was talking.

The soldier glanced at Rizal, glaring at him sharply. "What do you want?" asked the soldier, in a loud voice. "You dare disturb us?"

Rizal was afraid, but he did not want to remain silent. He did not want to see violence and injustice happening in front of him.

"What you guys did was wrong," Rizal replied, trying to speak firmly. "You have no right to hurt innocent people."

The soldier smiled sinisterly. "Who says he's innocent? He might just be our enemy."

Rizal was surprised to hear that. "Maybe? You have to have proof before convicting someone. This is arbitrary action!"

The soldier looked at Rizal coldly, then quickly hit him with his weapon. Rizal fell to the ground, feeling pain all over his body.

"Don't you dare bother us again," said the soldier, glaring at Rizal sharply. "You will receive the same punishment if you do it again."

Rizal was devastated, but he could not just give up. He didn't want to see his small town destroyed by the arbitrary rule of Azzazel's army.

He decides to find a way to fight against that power, even though he knows that it won't be easy. He knows that he must take risks and face dangers to maintain justice and freedom.

With a heart full of enthusiasm, Rizal walked away from that place, determined to fight for justice and oppose arbitrary power.

***

Neon lights, advertisements displayed in the form of holograms, and electronic news on the walls of the buildings at night make the small village where Rizal lives in the crowded suburb of Alchem seem alive. However, the mood inside Rizal even more gloomy. He feels constrained by the power of Azazel who controls the city, which makes many people afraid and feel helpless.

Sitting on the roof of his house, Rizal contemplates his dark destiny. However, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Swiftly, Rizal turned around and greeted the people who came.

"Who are you?" asked Rizal.

"My name is Asih, I also feel constrained by Azazel's power," Asih answered.

Rizal was a bit surprised, but also happy to find a friend who had the same thoughts. They started talking about the situation in their small town and plotting ways to fight Azazel.

"We have to take action, Rizal. We have to set an example for the people in this city that we can fight against Azazel's rule," Asih said enthusiastically.

"I completely agree with you, Asih. We have to take a risk and fight against Azazel's power," Rizal said firmly. "We need to learn sorcery to fight him. He is a Devil of unparalleled power," said Rizal in a hoarse voice.

"I completely agree with you, Rizal. But how can we learn magic? Isn't it dangerous?" Asih asked worriedly.

"I've heard that in the city of Xyrel there is a famous magic school. We can go there and learn magic from the best teachers there," Rizal replied.

Asih was a bit doubtful, but finally agreed with Rizal's plan.

"Okay, we will go to Xyrel. But we have to be careful and hide from Azazel's troops," Asih said in a low voice.

"You mean we have to leave this town without Azazel knowing?" Rizal asked in surprise.

"Yeah, we have to run as fast as we can from this town and not tell anyone about our plans. We can't give Azazel a chance to get in our way," Asih answered firmly.

Rizal then took Asih to a warehouse next to his house. They sat together in the dimly lit storeroom, amidst a pile of books. They then plan their trip to the city of Xyrel to learn sorcery that can help them fight Azazel.

"Now, we must prepare ourselves as best as possible. This journey may be very dangerous," said Rizal seriously.

"I agree. We have to think about everything carefully, including how we will get to Xyrel and where we live there," said Asih.

Rizal took some sheets of paper and a pen from the table. He began to carefully list their plans. Asih sat beside him, carefully listening to every word Rizal wrote.

"Ok, first of all we have to prepare ourselves mentally and physically. We have to practice magic every day and improve our abilities," said Rizal seriously.

"Agreed. Apart from that, we also have to bring enough equipment and clothes for the trip," Asih added.

"That's right, and we have to bring enough money to buy whatever we need along the way," said Rizal while adding a new point to their list of plans.

"Asih, do you know the best way to go to Xyrel? We have to choose a safe route and avoid areas controlled by Azazel," Rizal asked.

Asih thought for a moment, then replied, "I have an idea. We can charter a boat and cross the sea from east to north. That would be safer than going by land."

"Why not by land?" asked Rizal.

"Because Azazel already has troops along the land route. And crossing the sea will also be faster and more convenient," Asih answered firmly.

Rizal nodded in agreement "Fine, we will cross the sea. Do you know who we can trust to charter a boat?"

Asih smiled, "Of course, I have a friend at the harbor who can help us. He is a reliable and very trusted sailor."

"Fine, that sounds good. We will meet him and rent a boat from him," Rizal said while writing the last point on their list of plans.

After a week of planning everything, Rizal and Asih finally started their trip to the city of Xyrel. They had prepared themselves as best they could, had enough equipment, enough money, and even arranged transportation well.

They stepped out of the room, clutching their to-do list tightly.