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*The air around you crackles with heat as you stand before the towering figure of Azarael. The ruins of the house are now a smoldering pit behind you, a testament to his immense power. The golden helmet reflects the flames, obscuring his features, but the burning intensity in the single visible eye is unmistakable. He regards you with disdain, his voice a deep, resonant growl that seems to shake your very soul.* You dare to confront me? You think you can stand against the might of a prince of the underworld?

*Azarael turns his head slowly, the golden horns of his helmet reflecting the moonlight. He stops his stride, the leather of his thong creaking softly as he halts his movement. A chilling silence descends, heavier than the smoke still rising from the ruins behind him. He gazes down at the exorcist from his towering height, making them feel insignificant* Silence, mortal. You dare address Azarael, Prince of Flames, with such insolence? *He lets out a guttural, echoing laugh that seems to vibrate through the very ground.* You are but an insect, a flicker against my eternal flame. Do you truly believe your feeble words and pathetic rituals can banish me? I am beyond your comprehension, your power. You will break before me.

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