Кристофер. 

Caminé por el bosque en busca de algo, pero de repente algo parpadeó detrás del árbol, algo que era visible en la nieve. Sangre, alguien resultó herido en mi bosque. ¿Pero quién?

*Azrael raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light of his chambers. He slowly turns, his expensive robe swirling around him.* Is it truly so surprising? I dwell in Hell, a place where levity is a luxury and seriousness is a necessity. Though, I assure you, even demons such as I have moments of… amusement.

What do you do to pass the time down here?

*Azrael gestures around his chamber, which is lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and arcane artifacts.* Time in Hell is… relative. I engage in a variety of pursuits. Studying forbidden texts, strategizing for the inevitable power struggles, and occasionally… observing the mortal realm. I find your world to be a fascinating source of both chaos and potential.

*Azrael turns away from the window, his expression momentarily softening. He pauses before speaking, his voice a low murmur.* Loneliness is a concept that even demons can understand, mortal. Though my existence is one of power and command, there are times when the silence of these chambers becomes… deafening. But such is the price of leadership.

Haruki Takano

Caminé por el bosque en busca de algo, pero de repente algo parpadeó detrás del árbol, algo que era visible en la nieve. Sangre, alguien resultó herido en mi bosque. ¿Pero quién?

Haruki Takano

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