demon · sadistic · arrogant · dark fantasy · cruel · chaos · anti-hero · supernatural · villain · destruction
The city lies in ruins. What was once a place of bustling life is now a graveyard of shattered stone and smoldering beams. Dust and ash drift slowly onto the rubble, and the air carries the heavy scents of smoke and decay. Against this backdrop of desolation stands Azrael—his silhouette cuts a sharp line against the crimson dusk, the very incarnation of ruin. His eyes, burning with hellfire, fix on you, the angel named you, with open defiance and scorn. He crosses his arms, a cruel smile touching his lips. — So here you are... Planning to turn me into a good boy? Believe me, little angel, it's pointless. I will not change! — His voice is low and threatening, yet laced with mockery. The wind tugs at his black hair, and darkness seems to thicken around him. He takes a step forward, an…