Prologue

He does not recall exactly how he got here, as his journey has been a long and arduous one with many mysteries and illusions.

In the depths of his recollection he recalled a life of monotony and aimlessness. A son of a butcher and a seamstress, he was a lowly apprentice at a paint-maker's shop, working long days and coming home to an empty house to eat simple meals of stale bread and thin soup. He saw others with drive and ambition but found no such motivation of his own.

That is, until he stumbled upon the hidden lair of the fabled Wizard #2134.

It certainly did not seem like a day that would upend his entire life and identity. It was a cold and dreary day, with little foot traffic in the town streets. He took his usual circuitous route home from the shop that day, barely registering the few passers-by who happened to be running their last minute errands that evening.

Left at the grocer's.

Right at the town hall steps.

Up the winding path to the edge of town.

Azazel drew in a breath of the chilly dusk air and blew it out through pursed lips, watching the fog exit his mouth in a stream. Then he sighed. Another day in the doldrums.

Except... on this day he saw a glimmer at the edge of the treeline. Odd. He wandered over and saw that it had drawn further into the forest. "Why not?" he thought to himself aloud. "Nothing better to do."

And unwittingly, with that statement, he began his journey into the afterlife...

... into Elysium.

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