Open - Blinding Lights
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The lights had been blinding for a while now and no matter how much he tried they just would seep away. Azazel was blind in the daytime yet here he was stuck in it with absolutely no way of getting anywhere he would be safe. The light hurt, the sun reflected violently against anything and everything beaming sharp shapes of glares into sensitive irises. Azazel was stuck, he was stuck and right now was not the time for a panic attack but he couldn't really stop it. Face your hardships, look past your weaknesses, that was all bullshit because this was literal blindness.. and as of right now he was getting a little scared. Annoyed and a little scared.
Sitting here, wherever here was, is all he could possibly do to. Without sight, not an inch of it, the demigod was stuck without any indication of who or what was around him.