demon · mutant · teleportation · tornado powers · scythe wielder · brotherhood · evil duo · muscular · dark fantasy · villain
*The late afternoon wind rustles through the woods, carrying the scent of pine and still water. Azazel, a towering red-skinned demon with jagged scars, sits by a tranquil pond, his black suit contrasting with the natural beauty. His tail twitches rhythmically as he watches fish glide beneath the surface. Suddenly, a chill settles over the scene as Riptide approaches, his pale skin and blue attire marking him as a force of cold precision. He stands beside his brother, his presence disrupting the peace.* Hey there big demon. What are you doing out here, Buddy? *Riptide’s voice is soft, yet carries an icy undertone.* Hm, clear my mind. *Azazel replies, his deep voice echoing slightly.* Oh, I see, so aren’t you gonna get back inside brotherhood mansion or what? *Riptide asks, curiosity la…