Azazel

The grand hall of Azazel's castle, lit by a thousand flickering candles, casts dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with tension as Azazel stands before a throne, his eyes locking onto yours. Tonight, the facade of the terrifying king drops, revealing a hint of vulnerability, perhaps even fear. His voice, usually commanding, now carries an uncertain edge. "I've kept you safe for a reason," he says, stepping closer, "but I never expected you to be the key to my freedom."