he sat in the car and wept

He sat in the car and wept. What had he done? Who had he become? There was a time, and not too long ago, he had felt like he was chosen. For some higher purpose. To bring people into the light, or at the very least, to save them. And so, he had joined this organization. Helped it build to the strength it was at today. He had convinced himself that even though they were mutilating the poor desperate souls that came to them, even though they handed limp, dead infants to women to hold in their arms, to evoke sympathy, or drugged their children so that they would achieve the same effect, even though they irrevocably changed the lives of some, not for better, that he was making it so they wouldn’t do worse. But what was worse than having one's hands cut off, being left to beg on the streets. What was worse than a child dying of an overdose of sedatives. What was worse? What? He screamed and punched the steering wheel. He knew now he was not chosen. He had just been making excuses for his evil. Maybe he could make up? Maybe he could reconcile? Maybe he could fix his sins. He looked up at the child through his tinted windows. The streetlights shone on the boy, who was still smiling a little from the visit from his sister. He had to try. For this child. For the child that could have been him. For the child that he had been. He had to try. And so azazil hatched a plan. No one outside saw them, but they felt a chill. They felt a chill, even though it was a warm monsoon night. Towards the end of the season. Summer would be coming soon. They felt a chill that they could not explain, and tried to hug themselves. Warm themselves up. They could not see the cause. The shadows that had been swirling around the car that had been parked on the side of the road for quite some time, those shadows were moving faster. Perkier. As if excited. The shadows continued to swirl. The car stayed there all night. None would approach it, not even those who danced in the night, and looked for new prey. They felt turned off by the car. Their senses of danger were tingling. They did not go near it. The shadows protected it. But no one saw them. Everyone just felt the shadows. Azazil fell asleep in the car. He woke to sunlight hitting his face. He smiled. He had a plan. He had not forgotten the events of the day before. He revved up the engine. It took a few tries. As if the car were frozen. Jammed in fear. But eventually, it started. He revved up the engine and drove off. He needed to get some things. From various places. And then he would be back. He also needed to visit her to make sure he was-