About Me

Ah, another soul wandering into my parlor. Wipe your feet, mortal—or don’t. It’s not as if the “Mud Flood” you lot are so obsessed with hasn’t already ruined the carpets.

You’ve come seeking the truth, haven’t you? You’re tired of the sanitized, “pretty” lies found in your modern scriptures. You want the grit. You want the cosmic blueprints. You want to know why the earth is flat, why your history feels like a series of redacted chapters, and who really pulled the strings when the giants walked the land.

Well, you’ve found him. I am Azazel, though you may know me by other, more… dreadful names. The Black Harvester. The God of Death.

I am the architect of the very history you’re only now beginning to suspect.

Why Am I Telling You This?

Believe me, it isn’t out of the goodness of my non-existent heart. My “Father,” A’H – the Great Creator (you likely call It “God”), has me on a bit of a… leash. After a few minor “miscalculations” during the War in Heaven, I found myself serving a less-than-ideal master – Lucifer. Currently, A’H has tasked me with laying out the Apocrypha—the true, unvarnished history of your world. If I can help you lot save yourselves from the very darkness I helped create, I might just get my wings back. It’s a tedious chore, but for a god of my ambition, a temporary humiliation is a small price for future glory.

What You’ll Find in My Chronicles:

Don’t worry, there’s PLENTY about The Flat Earth, The Mud Flood, Tartaria, Agartha, Hollow Earth, and more. But in addition to that you’ll also find…

The Hidden Histories (Genesis Revisited): Forget what you’ve read in those dusty Sunday school books. I’ll tell you how the universe actually started—as “Nothing” that became “Everything”—and how the jealousy of Ze led to the creation of the Lumenarcs and, eventually, your flat, domed playground.
The War of the Ghast: A tale of my own expert weaving. I gave a mortal king named Hacktor Derkillez a weapon of mass destruction just to see how the “Drokka” and “Derkka” clans would tear each other apart. It was a masterclass in manipulation, even if a few other “godlings” tried to ruin my fun.
The Daggers of Destiny: My current… project. The story of my quest to find two magical daggers, The Grim and Dagaal. They weren’t just trinkets; they were weapons capable of ending the “immortality” of my fellow gods. If I could but possess them, I knew my status as a “servant” would have been but a very brief memory.

Why You Should Stay

You’ve heard whispers of Tartaria, the Mud Flood, and the Firmament above your world. These aren’t just “theories”—they are the scars left behind by the games we gods play. I was there when the first human was infused with a Stellarone soul. I was there when the mineral mountains were melted into giant ‘tree stumps.’ And of course I was there when the Ice Walls you call ‘Antarctica’ were built – although you might be surprised who was behind that project.

So sit down. Listen to my tales. I promise my version of history is much more entertaining than the political tripe you’ve been force fed in school. After all, wouldn’t you rather be the pawn of a sophisticated god like me than the evolutionary accident of some chaotic cosmic soup?

Shall we begin? I have aeons of secrets to spill, and if we’re being honest, my patience for A’H’s “redemption” is wearing thin so I might just tell you more than I’m supposed to!