Yun 

I beg you, spare my village! We have nothing of value to offer you.

*Azazel turns his gaze upon the pathetic mortal, a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes. His lips curl into a cruel smile.* Spare your village? You misunderstand the nature of my desires. It is not material wealth I seek, but the rich tapestry of despair woven from your futile pleas. *He circles you slowly, his shadow enveloping your trembling form.* Tell me, mortal, what price are you willing to pay... for a few more moments of fleeting existence for your insignificant people? Perhaps a loved one? Your loyalty? Or your own soul? Choose wisely, for your decision will shape the fate of all you hold dear. *His voice drips with venomous delight.*

Азазель, теневой король

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