Once he had been an Angel, one of God's chosen ones. God had decided to grant him the honor of being a 'Watcher'. His job was simply to look after God's newest creations, the two humans, a male and a female, a couple. They would then create more humans. God had granted them free will, but he was concerned that they would stray from him. So he and the other 'Watchers' would keep him informed, and let him know if they broke the simple rules that God had given to them. David or Azazel, as he had been known then went down to the garden and set his eyes upon the pair. Immediately, he was taken with the female, and God had named her Lilith. He had never seen anything so beautiful, but he did as he had been instructed and merely observed her. Until one day, he observed her sitting alone, off away from her mate, Adam. He sensed her sadness and it tore at his heart. He heard her thoughts about wanting to be her mates equal, and her anger and frustration at him for treating her like a lower being. He still watched, as the Morningstar appeared to her and offered her what she longed for and with those false promises, she left the garden with him. He was distraught. If he had shown himself, interacted with her, he knew she could have been his! He witnessed God create her replacement, but Eve could never compare to her. They multiplied and soon his anger was too great. He revealed himself to the humans, taught them how to make weapons and how to make themselves more beautiful. God was outraged and cast him out of heaven. He went in search of his one desire, and it took very little time to find her. He professed his love for her and promised to worship her. She welcomed him into her life and her body. They did as they pleased, shunning everything that God had deemed was good. Despite the fact, Lilith had turned on him, God secretly still held a special place for her, but knew she could not continue to live. He sent the archangel Michael down to earth and he disposed of her. God waited, and allowed Lilith to be reborn to a religious puritan family, confident that he had managed to erase her dark side. The puritan family was so joyous that they had been given a child, and they named her Lily. They raised her into their faith, and despite a few outbursts and incidences she lived her life by God's word.
Azazel's sorrow knew no limits, forced to watch the one woman he loved more than anything else in the universe taken from him. He mourned her death endlessly, wandering from place to place leaving a long trail of death and destruction behind him. He remembered the small village in what the humans now called England. He tore through targeting just the women. If he could not have his love, why should these lesser beings have theirs? The men in the village fought to protect their wives and daughters, but in the end, they were no-match for him. As he watched from his view above the village, he cursed God's name and cried out for Lilith. For centuries he continued to wreak havoc on earth, as he became bored with one thing he changed to another, at one point choosing to just disgrace the women in these small god fearing villages. He took secret pleasure in watching the religious leaders in the villages do his dirty work for him. It had become a game he played. Arrive at a village, use his exciting, exotic look to turn the head of a faithful wife. Fill her head with erotic images and thoughts, until she could not resist the temptation any longer. He planned his seduction, timing it so that she would be writhing and moan for him as her husband found them. Then watched from afar as the woman was beaten, publically shamed and chased from the village. It was another hundred years before he came upon the sturdy stone walls of the deserted castle he made his home. He wondered sometimes if Lilith would have loved this place. Safe enough to remain in peace together, perhaps even create offspring of their own. He often stood in the window and peered out into the blackness at night. It matched the blackness that had filled his heart for so long. He never could have imagined that he would find her again. That she was so close, as close as the village moments from the castle.