Black booted feets were stomping on the wet grey roads of Bayburt City. A male figure, wearing black coat and black jeans, tucked the Quran in his hands, close to his chest. He was sweating, scared, anxious, continuously looking back as if he was being chased by someone.

He was wearing white knitted prayer cap, heading towards the Masjid. He gulped down a lump in his mouth and bit his lower lip.

As he was anxiously climbing up the stairs, someone ran through his shoulder making him stumble upon his feet, the Holy Book fell from his hands.

“Astaghfirullah, Nauzubillah. Ya Azrael! Watch where you're going brother”. Raza spoke as he bumped into Azrael, fixing his prayer cap. His tone was always sarcastic, he always blamed others for any mishap.

Azrael quickly carried the Holy Quran and kissed it, he was avoiding eye contact with raza, knowing him very well he would ask him weird questions and make him uncomfortable.

“Sorry brother raza, my bad”.

“Aah its okay are you-”

Before Raza could say anything Azrael ran up, avoiding any further conversations with him. Raza called him out but he ignored, clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes.

Raza was as annoying as the chilling weather. Azrael walked up to the small room where everyone was sitting on the carpet, waiting for their new scholar.

A word was spread that starting this October, a high qualified female Islamic Scholar will be teaching to the students in this Masjid. Surprisingly they allowed both male and females in one room.

The room was divided by a small wooden wall to maintain modesty. The girls were sitting in the front row and boys at the back after the partition. Azrael jogged to the end corner of the room.

“Assalamualaikum everyone!” a male voice spoke as he entered the room, the chattering of students went quiet.

“I hope everyone is doing good by the will of Allah Almighty, I am here to announce that your new teacher has arrived and will start off her sessions from this date. Welcome Ms. Hayat Hussain”, the man who was their previous lecturer announced as she entered the room.

Azrael

It was as if an angel walked inside. The wooden partition made it hard for me to look so I scooted over the wall and saw her. Just her white gown. She was glowing in her white gown, white hijab and a white veil, covering her face from sinful eyes.

My eyes.

She started speaking but God forbid me, I didn't listen a word. All I knew was her voice ringing like a sweet melody in my ears. I gulped and blinked. I looked at my surroundings if anyone was looking at me but they all were so hypnotised by her.

Oh how the girls are so lucky to see her close. I barely even saw her but I could feel her aura, wrapping around me. She is wealthy and beautiful. I just know she has money and is extremely beautiful, I am sure other women are jealous of her.

The lecture started and she recited Surah Fatiha (Quran Verse). I closed my eyes to listen to her recitation. It was so mesmerising. Then she continued her lecture and I didn't pay attention to anything she said.

I wanted to see her, chase her down, make her mine and then kill her. By that, I remembered Ms. Zohra in my basement. I hope she didn't wake up, I injected her nicely though. I hope that Senan bitch didn't try to get in my house, he was always so curious about my business.

Can't he just act like a dumbass neighbor who only smiles in the morning when I am going to work.

“Az?” a voice made me break my thoughts as I looked in the direction. “Pay attention!”, baras said as I heard Ms. Hayat asking us our names. My heart started to pound as the guy from our line said his name means that my turn will be very soon. I gulped and stared at the Quran in my hands. “Baras” he said and then its my turn.

Fuck.

I couldn't speak. “Who is it? Next?” Hayat said. Damn her sweet voice. Baras glared at me.

“Az-azrael”

“Sorry?”

“Azrael”.

Hayat

I got out of the car as I was greeted by our watchman. “Welcome dear”, the old man in his 50s said as I smiled at him “Thank you, uncle”.

I jogged inside my house, well a little bigger than the normal ones. The front door was opened by our maid, Aunty Jemila. “Assalamualaikum, aunt jemila. Is dad awake?” I asked her as she took my bag from my hands and the other maid took my coat off.

“Yes he's awake in his room”, she replied, smiling at me. I nodded as I went upstairs to see my dad.

I entered his room as I saw him sitting on his wheelchair, staring outside the window. I walked towards him and sat down, placing my hands on his knees.

“Baba? I am back from school. My day went well, I enjoyed teaching those kids”, I smiled talking to him, receiving nothing from him.

“Baba, I'll have dinner with you, okay?”, I said again and there was no reply as usual. I sighed and hugged up.

My dad has been paralysed since 10yrs in a car crash. I lost my mom and my dad became paralysed. Ever since I started to continue what my mom and dad wanted me to. Teach and preach people about Islam. I studied hard and became a well known scholar.

I broke the hug and smiled at my dad, hoping he wouldn't see my tears. Although he is paralyzed, he could still feel and act.

He cries after my mom, he tries to talk too but he can't. I went outside his room and walked towards my room. After freshening up, I went downstairs for dinner.

Aunt Jemila came out of the elevator as she was with my dad. She parked his wheelchair beside me and we had our dinner.

10:00PM

Hayat was offering her Isha prayer (night prayer) peacefully. She finished her prayer and raised her hands to make dua as she felt a presence behind her. As the door of her room was opened, she thought it must be Aunt Jemila.

She heard soft footsteps walking towards her nightstand, placing a glass of milk and walking outside. Hayat remembered to inform her about her schedule tomorrow as she turned out, there was no one.

She got confused and looked at her nightstand. There was no glass of milk or anything else. But it was so real? She literally heard her walk in her room and place the glass. Hayat frowned, confused, she grabbed the prayer mat and folded it.

Azrael

“In the name of Satan, the most powerful and gracious. I sacrifice this woman to you as you demanded for. Take her soul and give me her wealth”.

The poor girl screamed on the top of her lungs. She was wrapped up in a coffin, three lines were carved on her forehead, her skin was torn off and her face was covered with blood. She was laid on a table crying for her life. And that's when Azrael growled and stabbed her with a knife.

Once, twice, thrice.

The woman died as her blood was visible on her coffin. Azrael let out a sigh of relief and smiled, closing his eyes. He walked over another table that was placed on the corner.

A head of a goat covered with blood was placed on it, candles everywhere in the room and around the head. He had kept some flesh and human organs as an offering to his Lord.

He sat infront of the table, crossing his legs and joining the palms of his hands. A prayer pose to his Satan.

“Dear lord, I did what I was ordered to. I am very grateful to your blessings already, I can't help enough but thank you as much as I can. Lord.. I have someone else in my eyes now. I want her wealth, lord. Please allow me to bring her to you and sacrifice her, just like I have been doing. Please lord… let me have her wealth”.

Azrael got up and bowed to the head of the goat. Smiling, he grabbed the dead body, put her in a casket and took her to his backyard. He started to dig up.

The sky was dark and the world was sleeping, it was only him, his victim and the sound of an axe. He'd bury his victims in his backyard for the night and then take them to a forest to bury them permanently.

Azrael admired himself, he was proud of his little good deeds. Atleast he was burying her and not cutting off her organs. That's the bare minimum he could do to a woman.

•••

It was yet another day of Hayat’s lecture, she was already enjoying her time teaching her students. She cared  for and respected each of them. The boys were shy around her and the girls always made her smile because of their cuteness.

Every student had their bond with her and they all were well mannered. But him. Hayat had observed Azrael, how he was a quiet student. He barely had any company and no one really cared about his presence, as if he was invisible to them. Not to hayat, though.

“Azrael?”

Azrael was startled by the voice. He looked at her and blinked in confusion. “Can we talk?” Hayat asked politely.

Azrael nodded and kept his head low. Hayat sat beside him. They were now facing the buildings of their Madrassah (Islamic School). Students were seen walking in the corridors, some were chatting, laughing and having fun.

“Do you live in the dorms or nearby?” Hayat started the conversation since there weren't any signs from Azrael.

“Nea-near, down the street, last house on the right” Azrael managed to speak, biting his lower lip and avoiding eye contact. He clenched on the Holy Quran that he always carried.

“Oh that's great. May I ask you something?” Hayat looked at him.

“Yes?” He was still staring down, nervously tapping the ground with his feet.

“Why don't you sit with your classmates?”

Azrael stopped his movements and looked at her. “Why do you want to know?” His voice was deep and it caught her off guard. “Uhh.. as a teacher I wanted to-”

Before she could complete, Azrael stood up and walked away in a rush. Hayat felt guilty for asking a personal question. She shouldn't have asked that, he was already nervous and hesitant to talk. She sighed, thinking she made him feel uncomfortable.

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The water dripped down his toned body, the glass door was blurred out from the steam. Azrael loved hot showers. He was massaging shampoo on his scalp, imagining Hayat as he smirked.

The way she approached him and tried to know about him. Everything was working, he knew how to lure her. He knew how to get her attention, make her question herself, make her insecure and attracted to him.

He was so good at playing with minds. Thinking about her always made him insane, her scent, her voice, her big brown eyes and those long lashes. He wished he could smell her skin, mark her and maybe taste her bl00d.

Azrael hissed as he looked down to his length, getting hard. He sighed and quickly washed his hair. He was afraid to blink now because he'd see her face even if he closed his eyes for a millisecond and he'd have to waste his liquids while thinking of her.

•••

Knock knock

“Come in!!” Hayat shouted as Aunt Jemila opened the door and stepped inside. “Ma'am, there's someone who wants to see you, I made him sit in the lounge”.

“Who is it, aunt?” Hayat frowned.

“He said he is your student.. um.. az-rel?”

“Oh Azrael, yes yes he's my student, I'll be back in a few minutes”. Hayat was surprised that Azrael came to see her. Could it be something serious? Or something academic? She wondered.

Hayat wore her hijab and went downstairs. She could see him sitting on the couch in his usual posture, always looking down. Hayat liked this habit, he never looked at her, his gaze was always down.

He's so respectful.

“Assalamualaikum, Azrael”, Hayat greeted him with her sweet smile as usual.

“Walaikum Assalam, Ms. Hayat” he replied as he stood up in her respect, still gazing down.

“Everything's good?” Hayat sat on the couch. “Y-yeah.. I was here to apologise for that day”, Azrael said nervously.

“Oh it's totally fine, I shouldn't ask you personal questions either” Hayat smiled awkwardly as she noticed he was holding something.

Azrael noticed that she looked at his hands,

“Oh this, this is for you. It's a pudding I made, it's my mom’s special recipe, she used to cook it for me” Azrael handed her the pot of pudding.

“Thank you so much, you didn't have to honestly”, Hayat smiled as she took the pot. “Ah I should bring you some tea, wait”, Hayat got up and went to the kitchen.

Azrael

As she left I looked around the house, it was huge and beautiful. I knew she was living a princess life. I wonder who else lives with her, her servants and who else? Or is she alone? That would make my work easier.

I wonder how she would feel when I lay her on that table, tie her up in a coffin and peel off her skin. It would hurt me too because of how smooth her skin looked. Her milky skin, those delicate steps and that gaze.

Her eyes, nose and those damn lips. Looking at her makes me think she is an easy target, so easy to manipulate and gain trust. I cannot wait to have her head over heels for me and take all of her assets. This house, that car and most importantly, her soul.

How lucky I would be, when I'll become the last person she will see before her death. I am her Azrael, her angel of death.

Zohra was such a fool now that I think. She was easy as lemon, I squeezed all of her wealth out and what did she do? Nothing. Cried and begged me to leave her alone, pathetic wh0re.

Flashback

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, Zohra was tied to the table, all naked. Azrael growled as he thrusted one last time in her, letting out his liquids. Zohra screamed and began to weep. Bruises were all over her body, skin teared off, deep cuts on her hands, legs and breasts.

Red marks of bites were clearly visible on her fragile body. She was weak yet enough to satisfy him. Azrael got off of her, panting, he pecked her forehead as she sobbed. He took a hot bowl of water and carefully tilted it. Zohra hissed in pain as boiling water touched her bruised breast.

“Shhh.. shush.. Stop crying, bitch. The Lord wants us to be quiet” Azrael whispered in her ear making her cry more but in silence. Zohra helplessly looked at him who carefully put the pot on the table where the head of the goat was placed.

“Ple..please..lea..leave.. me..” her voice cracked as she couldn't stop crying because of the pain. Azrael looked at her and rolled his eyes.

“You are crying as if you weren't the one who wanted to spend a night with me, you came to me by yourself, you surrendered, now shut your filthy mouth, bitch”.

Flashback End

It's not my fault that they want to get in my pants. I make them feel like that, that's another thing then. I looked at my surroundings, it was clear. No one was in sight.

I took my chance and made my way to the staircase. I tiptoed upstairs to find her room. I need to get her hair or nails or her bl00d. It would be an advantage if I find her period bl00d.

I quietly took my steps and I was welcomed with a big hallway, full of doors. Yeah great. I sighed as I walked towards the first door. Empty. Second door, empty room. Third, a store. Goddamnit.

I heard some voices from downstairs but luckily they were still in the kitchen. Please lord help me. I opened a random door and seemed like there was someone.

I peaked my head in as I saw a man, lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. Shit shit. I hurriedly closed the door without making any noise. Mentally cursing myself, my heartbeat fastened. I hope he didn't see me.

I exhaled as I walked to the door infront, I opened it. A sweet fragrance hit my nostrils, the one that I am so eager to smell from her skin.

That's hers, yes.

I stepped in and closed the door behind. Her room was big, with a queen sized bed, floral sheets. Her scarfs were laid on her little messy bed.  A cute couch was placed with the big window, the sun rays were hitting the couch and her bed. Her room is just like her. Beautiful and delicate.

I walked towards her dressing table, skincare products were placed, some used some were untouched, I looked for her hairbrush. I picked it up and looked closely to see if it had any hair but there wasn't.

Shit.

I looked around, crouched to the floor if I saw any strand of hair but it was all clean. Then I went to her bathroom and there it was. Hair brush with her hair, I quickly grabbed it and took out a few hair strands and shoved it in my jeans pocket.

Then my eyes fell on the dustbin. Maybe I will find her thrown pads? As I was about to grab the dustbin I heard the door of the room getting unlocked.

Fuck fuck fuck.

My heart started to pound as I stepped back and leaned against the wall with the door. I could hear her talk on her phone. I gulped down a big lump in my throat and exhaled, my heartbeat was going crazy.

If she finds me here? What will I say? I came to look for a bathroom? No. I was thirsty? No wtf. I could feel my hands getting cold, sweat dripping from my forehead, my whole body went numb when I heard her footsteps getting closer. My heartbeat became faster with her footsteps getting near.

I was ready to get caught, the unexpected situation, I didn't even think of it. I closed my eyes as I was ready to get sued but then.

“Ms. Hayat, your dad needs you right now”.

“Oh yeah, I'll be there. Have you seen Azrael?”

“No ma'am, I think he left”.

Her footsteps began but in an opposite direction. I let out a big sigh, I almost fainted. I wiped the sweat on my forehead and relaxed myself. Just as I heard her go outside, after a few minutes I quietly opened the door and stepped outside.

Tiptoeing I went outside to the hallway and carefully closed her room. Looking everywhere, I hurriedly made my way to the staircase just as I was about to take a step, my heart dropped.

“Azrael?”