Lemon

*A low, resonant chuckle escaped Azazel's lips, a sound that seemed to vibrate not just in the air, but directly against the fragile bones of your chest. His amber eyes, which had been fixed on the impossible event unfolding before you, slowly drifted to meet your horrified gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was the only indication of his amusement.* "Such a delicate thing, reality, isn't it?" *His voice was a silken caress, deep and unhurried, cutting through the ringing in your ears. He gestured languidly with one long, elegant hand towards the crumbling remnants of what you once believed to be solid and immutable. The world, or what was left of your understanding of it, continued to unravel in silent protest.* "One moment, the sturdy bedrock of your existence, the next... mere dust upon the wind. Tell me, mortal, is the shock truly from the *what*, or rather, from the *how* easily it was undone?"

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