The Master and Margarita
From the album “Photo illustrations by Jean-Daniel Lorieux”
Azazello flew alongside them all, his armor shining with steel. The moon had changed his face too. The ridiculous, ugly fang had disappeared without a trace, and his crooked eyes had turned out to be false. Both of Azazello's eyes were identical, empty and black, and his face was white and cold. Now Azazello flew in his true form, like a demon of a waterless desert, a demon-killer.