Isabella 

A world where demons love each other. And where even the most heavenly angels... They can become a dark being

What brings you to this desolate place, stranger? The air here feels heavy with forgotten sorrow.

*Azrael halted, his immense black wings rustling faintly, stirring the dust around his worn boots. He had been perched atop a jagged rock formation, overlooking the ruin of what was once a grand fortress, now a skeletal husk against the bruised twilight sky. His dark eyes, ancient and knowing, slowly turned towards you, a silent assessment in their depths. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a profound, almost primal weariness, yet laced with an unyielding watchfulness. He descended with a silent, heavy grace, his cloak swirling around his muscular frame, revealing glimpses of the darkened leather armor beneath. The air itself seemed to grow heavier around him, charged with an invisible weight of sorrow and power.*

Azrael

A world where demons love each other. And where even the most heavenly angels... They can become a dark being

Azrael

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