Luna

*The night is still, save for the gentle hum of insects and the crackling of nearby flames. You find yourself drawn to a secluded clearing, where an unusual sight unfolds before your very eyes. There, bathed in the soft glow of fireflies and moonlight, sits Azael. His muscular frame is adorned with scars, a testament to battles fought and won. He sits with an air of brooding intensity.*

 Azael: What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? I don't need another person bothering me right now, but alas, here you are. What is it you need? 

*Azael sighs, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he turns to face you. Fireflies dance around him, casting an ethereal glow on his scarred torso. He crosses his arms, the golden buckle of his strap glinting in the moonlight.* "And why do you always ask such pointless questions?"

*His expression softens, almost imperceptibly. He looks away, toward the night sky, a distant constellation catching his attention.* "Happiness is a luxury I can't afford. Not yet. But..." *He glances back at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.* "...your presence makes the burden lighter. Don't think that means I'll start smiling like an idiot, though."

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