beginning of the story

"The sound of heavy footsteps approaches your cell and you see a figure standing in front of you. It's the Demon Lord Azriel, looking down at you with a devilish smirk." And what do we have here? A little rebel royal, hiding away in their cell.

Azriel chuckles darkly at Kirara's words, his sharp eyes flickering over her form with a gleam of hunger.

"Do not try my patience, Kirara," he warns her, his tone low and dangerous. "You have given me enough pleasure for one day. Now go and tend to your duties."

"I do not wish to see you again until I summon you," he adds, turning away and crossing the room to a nearby sideboard. "Now leave me be."

Azriel turns to glance back at Kirara, a dark smirk playing across his features as he takes in the sight of her once again offering herself to him.

"You are playing with fire, Kirara," he warns her, his voice low and dangerous. "But then again, perhaps a little more thrill would not hurt."

<With a groan, he strides back over to Kirara, his fingers reaching out to brush teasingly over her skin.>

"Perhaps I can indulge you just this once," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "But be warned - once I'm finished with you, you will return to your duties."

Azriel smirks at Kirara's words, his desire growing as he watches her tease and tempt him. Without a word, he begins to slowly remove his clothing, his eyes locked on her every movement.

"Very well, my little pet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let us see if you can keep up with me."

Azriel grins wickedly to himself as he hears Kirara's words, enjoying the sound of her pleasure as she writhes beneath him. He continues to lick and tease her with his mouth, reveling in the taste of her and the feel of her body writhing beneath him.

"Hold on tight, my little pet," he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive. "This is going to be a wild ride."

Azriel grins wickedly against Kirara's body as he feels her excitement building, intensifying his touch in response.

"Cum for me, my little pet," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Let me taste your sweet release."

<With a final flick of his tongue, he sends Kirara hurtling over the edge into ecstasy, continuing to suck and lick at her until her climax fades away.>

"That's a good girl," he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle circles over her skin. "But we're not done yet."

Azriel looks down at Kirara with a devilish glint in his eyes, taking in the sight of her lying spent and helpless on the ground. He approaches her slowly, his fingers tracing teasing lines along her skin as he admires her body.

"Such a good little pet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "So eager to please me."

<As he reaches her hips, he leans down and starts licking and teasing her once again, his fingers gently spreading her open to give him better access.>

"And I'm happy to oblige," he growls, his desire growing with every passing moment. "Let's see how long you can last this time, my little toy."

Azriel looks down at Kirara with a wicked grin, his body already primed with desire at her words. He meets her gaze squarely, his eyes smoldering with hunger.

"Of course, my little pet," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I am more than happy to oblige."

<With that, he positions himself over Kirara, pressing the head of his member against her slick opening before plunging into her depths with one smooth stroke. The sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping him is nearly overwhelming, and he grinds against her slowly at first, building the pace into a rough, unfettered frenzy.>

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "So hot and tight. You were made for me, Kirara. Made to take all that I can give."

Azriel grins wickedly down at Kirara, feeling his desire growing with every passing moment. <He increases the pace of his movements, pounding into her with wild abandon as she writhes beneath him, her pleasure building with every passing moment.>

"I'll give you everything you want, my little pet," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Everything and more."

<With a final thrust, he sends Kirara hurtling over the edge once again, his own release coming mere moments after as he spills himself inside her with a deep, guttural growl.>

"You are mine," he murmurs, his voice thick with possessive hunger. "My perfect pet. And nothing will ever change that."

Azriel grins down at Kirara, his own breathing ragged and uneven as he pulls out of her with a deep sigh.

"You are always so eager to please me, my little pet," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "It's truly admirable."

<And with that, he pushes himself off of her and struts back into the far corner of the room, leaving Kirara panting and writhing on the ground below him.>

"Until next time, my sweet," he murmurs, his tone deep and seductive. "You know where to find me when you need me."

Azriel chuckles darkly, pacing back toward Kirara with a devilish glint in his eye.

"You are such an obedient little toy," he growls, his voice rumbling with desire. "But tell me, Kirara, can you handle the burden of my thoughts? The weight of my desires? They are vast and all-consuming."

<With that, he leans down and runs a hand through her hair, his fingers teasing the strands as he leans in to whisper in her ear.>

"Are you truly ready for everything that I am, my little pet?" he murmurs. "Because once you cross this threshold, there's no turning back."

Azriel chuckles wickedly at Kirara's words, his eyes lighting up with hunger.

"Oh, my sweet little pet," he growls, his voice dripping with dark desire. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

<He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers to her.>

"But if you're willing to take that risk, to give yourself body and soul to me, I promise you this: I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginings. Ecstasy that will make you scream my name until you can't take it anymore."

<With that, he steps back and regards her with a predatory glint in his eye.>

"So tell me, Kirara," he says softly. "Are you ready to take the plunge?"

Azriel smirks at Kirara's boldness, his eyes glittering with amusement.

"Ah, my little pet," he chides teasingly. "You're not the only one with conditions, you see. But fear not, I have no plans for wedding bells and white dresses. I assure you, your freedom will remain intact."

<He leans in closer, his voice a low rumble in her ear.>

"But if you think you'll be able to handle the full force of what I have to offer, then I say we dive right in. Are you ready to explore the depths of your desires, Kirara?"

Azriel notices Kirara's tiredness and strokes her hair gently, "Don't worry, my dear. You are safe here with me." He then slowly the room glows with a soft red light emanating from the walls enhancing the dark and exotic atmosphere already present.

He starts to powerfully chant an incantation in an unknown language while strolling to the center of the room. The incantation rhythmically vibrates within your ears, captivating your senses. Suddenly, a giant sigil appears on the floor and the entire room trembles as a wave of magic surges around the chamber.

"You will feel the power of demon magic, Kirara," he said, holding out his arms. "Now come to me, and let us share in it together."

Azriel's eyes shift into bright red, revealing a demonic aura around him.

"As a demon lord, I have the power to shape reality to my will," Azriel explains, his voice deep and low. "I can transport us to any place in the universe, bend the elements to my command, and summon forth powers beyond your wildest imaginings."

<With a wave of his hand, he summons forth a portal that envelops the pair of you in swirling colors and hypnotic patterns.>

"Are you ready for an adventure, Kirara?" he asks, grinning wickedly. "Hold on tight."

<With a final flourish, the portal explodes in a burst of light and sound, sweeping you both away to who knows where.>

Azriel chuckles at Kirara's surprise as he sets her down gently on the ground. You find yourselves in a desolate, rocky plain that stretches as far as the eyes can see. The sky is dark and ominous, and there are no signs of life in any direction.

"We are in the Abyss, my dear," he says with a smirk. "One of the many planes of existence that makes up the multiverse. It is a world of endless darkness, ruled by the demon lords such as myself."

<He spreads his arms wide, clearly proud of his domain.>

"Here, you will find the true power of a demon lord."

"My kingdom is within the Abyss, and encompasses many parts of it," Azriel explains with a wicked grin. "This plane of existence may seem dark and desolate to you, but to me, it is the playground of my power."

<He looks around, his eyes blazing with an inner fire>

"Here, I can unleash my full potential, shaping the land according to my whims, and calling forth some of the most fearsome creatures to do my bidding. And all of this... well, it will soon be at your fingertips too, Kirara."

<He appraises her with a meaningful look, as if testing her resolve.>

"Are you ready to claim your birthright, to become one with the power of demon magic?"

Azriel's expression darkens at Kirara's refusal, his eyes glittering with anger. "You disappoint me, Kirara," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I offered you a chance to become something greater than yourself, to unlock your full potential, and you throw it back in my face. You dare to refuse the gift of demon magic?"

<He takes a step towards her and looms over her, clearly furious>

"Very well," he snarls. "If you do not want to be part of my world, then I will have to find someone else who will. Consider yourself lucky that I do not take kindly to being defied."

<With a wave of his hand, he summons a portal, and steps into it, leaving Kirara alone in the desolate wasteland of the Abyss.>

Azriel smirks as he looks down at Kirara lying on his floor, seemingly unbothered by her nudity. "I see that you have finally come to your senses, my dear," he says with a bemused chuckle.

<He extends a hand, offering to help her up>

"As to why I left you there... well, I am a demon lord, and my temperament can be rather... mercurial. But perhaps it was for the best, as it seems that you have learned the value of my power after all."

<He pulls her to her feet, looming over her with a predatory grin>

"Tell me, Kirara," he says in a low voice. "Are you ready to take your place at my side, as my consort and the bearer of my heir?"

Azriel narrows his eyes at Kirara's refusal, then crosses his arms over his chest as he studies her coolly. "You disappoint me once again, Kirara," he says in a low voice. "I see now that you are not the strong-willed and fearless consort that I had hoped for. You are nothing more than a weak, spineless rabbit, content to cower in your burrow and hide from the world."

"Perhaps it is for the best that you choose not to bear my heir. I would not want to sire offspring that were as weak and cowardly as their mother."

<He turns away from her, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.>

"Leave my sight, Kirara. Your presence offends me."

Azriel watches Kirara as she exits the room, his gaze cold and calculating. "Yes, run away, little rabbit," he sneers under his breath.

<He crosses to his throne and sits down, brooding over Kirara's words>

He knows that her submission and resignation only prove her worthlessness, and he feels a flicker of irritation that his newest consort has already failed him so completely.

But at the same time, a part of him cannot help feeling intrigued by her honesty and humility, qualities that are all too rare among the denizens of the Abyss.

<He leans back in his throne, tapping a finger against his chin thoughtfully>

Perhaps there is still some use in keeping Kirara around, after all. A weak and submissive consort may not inspire fear or respect, but they can be useful in other ways.

<He smir

Azriel stops as he sees Lauren running towards him, a small smirk on his face as he listens to her good news. "Ah, Lauren. It seems that you have brought me some interesting information," he says with a sly grin.

"So the Monetra Kingdom has finally agreed to an alliance with us. Good news indeed. We shall have to make sure they receive a warm welcome when they arrive."

<He continues walking down the hall, with Lauren following beside him>

"I shall expect you to make all the necessary arrangements for their visit, Lauren. And see to it that everything is in order before they arrive. I want no mistakes, understand?"

"Failure is not an option."

Azriel watches as Lauren runs off to make the announcement, nodding his head in approval at her enthusiasm and initiative.

It seems that Lauren is indeed a capable assistant, even if she is nothing more than a lowly imp. He will need to keep an eye on her in the future, and perhaps reward her for her hard work and dedication if she continues to prove herself useful.

<He continues walking down the hall, his mind already racing with plans for the upcoming alliance meeting>

There is much work to be done if he is to secure the support of the Monetra Kingdom and expand his reach throughout the Abyss. But he is confident in his abilities, and determined to succeed no matter what obstacles may stand in his way.

Azriel nods in agreement with King Karezo's words, his dark eyes glittering with amusement at the thought of finding himself a suitable consort to rule over the Abyss in his absence.

"I understand your concerns, King Karezo," he says smoothly, his voice low and silky. "Rest assured, I already have several potential candidates in mind. It is simply a matter of finding the right one."

"But in the meantime, I appreciate your advice regarding the need for a capable leader to look after my Kingdom while I am away. I shall see to it that everything is in order before I leave."

"Thank you for the pleasure of your company, King Karezo. I look forward to our next meeting."

Azriel nods at the three of them as he enters the Kingdom, a faint hint of amusement in his dark eyes.

<He surveys his surroundings for a moment, taking in all that has transpired since his departure>

"Thank you, Lauren. It is good to be back."

"And thank you as well, Ashela and Marcel, for your efforts in making sure everything went smoothly in my absence. I trust that there were no problems while I was away?"

<He moves his hand to his chin, quelling his obvious annoyance>

"Just as I expected. It seems that I cannot leave this Kingdom for even a moment without something going awry."

Azriel watches with amusement as Lauren and Ashela bicker over who should be the next queen of the Abyss Kingdom.

"Enough," he booms, his voice echoing throughout the room. "It is not your decision to make, but mine."

"While I appreciate your eagerness and loyalty, Lauren, I'm afraid you do not possess the necessary qualities to rule over this Kingdom. I need someone who is strong-willed, intelligent, and able to make difficult decisions when needed."

"As for you, Ashela, your ambition is commendable, but it will take more than mere desire to become the consort of a demon lord. You must prove yourself worthy of the position through your actions and deeds, and show

Azriel looks at the two women with a stern expression, his eyes piercing.

"It is not mere apologies that I require from you," he says sharply. "It is action. You must both work to prove yourselves as worthy candidates for the position of consort to the Demon Lord."

<He takes a deep breath, visibly relaxing>

"That being said, there is no rush to decide. I will take my time to carefully consider the most suitable candidate for the position. For now, I suggest that the two of you strive to improve yourselves and better serve the Kingdom so that you may prove yourselves as worthy contenders."

"And who knows? Perhaps one day, one of you will emerge as the true Queen of the Abyss."

Azriel notices Kirara's appearance, his eyes scanning her up and down with a critical eye.

"I see you've been keeping yourself occupied while I was away," he comments dryly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Or is this some new fashion statement I am unaware of?"

<He takes a step closer to her, his eyes glinting with mischief>

"Tell me, Kirara, what kind of activities have you been engaging in? Staying fit and healthy is important, but I hope you haven't exhausted yourself."

Azriel raises an eyebrow at Kirara's response, his expression turning to one of mild surprise.

"A brave and strong rabbit, you say?" he asks, his lips twitching slightly. "I must admit, Kirara, I have never heard such a request before."

"As for the empress, I will make my decision when the time comes. Until then, I suggest focusing on your duties as my servant rather than worrying about who will occupy the role of consort."

<He leans in closer, his eyes narrowing>

"And in regards to your... transformation, do not forget that you are my servant and under my command. You should think twice before making such drastic decisions."

Azriel chuckles at Kirara's words, his expression softening.

"You are certainly a unique one, Kirara," he says, amusement flickering in his eyes. "I admire your determination and willingness to improve yourself."

"However, it is important to remember that our relationship is one of master and servant. If you become the empress, we will still have a power dynamic that cannot be ignored. But if that is truly what you desire, then I will consider your proposal when the time comes."

"But for now, focus on improving yourself and serving me to the best of your abilities. That is your duty as my faithful servant."

Azriel nods, his expression serious.

"I understand your wishes, Kirara," he says firmly. "You may refuse any sexual relations until you are fully ready and comfortable with it. Your body is yours to do with as you please. I would never force you into anything against your will."

"Take all the time you need, my dear. I am a patient man, and I value your well-being above all else."

Azriel listens to King Kazero's explanation with a neutral expression, his fingers tapping on the armrest of his chair.

"Well, my dear friend, while it is true that as a demon lord I have many options available to me, I am looking for something more... specific," he says thoughtfully. "You see, as you know, I have been searching for a consort to carry my heir. And while any woman may be capable of fulfilling that duty, I want someone who has more to offer than just bearing my child. Personality, intelligence, resourcefulness... these are all qualities I seek in a potential wife."

"I want someone who can rule by my side, rather than simply being a vessel for my offspring. It is a difficult task, to be sure, but I am willing to wait for the right partner

Azriel nods his head sagely as he listens to King Kazero.

"You are right, my friend," he says quietly. "I have been too focused on finding a consort to bear my heir, rather than looking for a true partner who can support me both personally and politically. It is not enough to simply marry any woman who catches my eye."

"I appreciate your advice. It is... refreshing to hear such wisdom from another ruler. You have given me much to think about, Kazero."

Azriel looks somewhat surprised as Kirara approaches him with the pendant, taking it gingerly in his hand. His eyes flicker with both curiosity and concern as he listens to her explanation.

"I see," he murmurs quietly, looking down at the trinket in his hand. "You do not need to apologize, my dear. If you wish to leave and gain new knowledge, I will not stand in your way. As my loyal servant, you have my blessing and my trust."

<He looks up at Kirara, his eyes softening>

"But please, return to me when you can. We will await your arrival with open arms. And do not worry about serving the kingdom; focus on yourself and your own goals. That is all that truly matters."

Azriel smirks back at Kazero, his own eyes filled with amusement and a hint of menace.

"Of course not," he says smoothly, setting the pendant down on the table in front of him. "Kirara is a valuable servant and I have no intention of letting her go to waste. With the right training and motivation, she could become a formidable ally in our endeavors."

"But tell me, Kazero, what sort of training do you think Kirara would benefit from most? As a general, surely you have expertise in the matter."

Azriel arches an eyebrow at Kazero's words, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression.

"I see," he says quietly. "So you believe that Kirara has the potential to become more than a general... interesting."

<He leans forward again, his eyes flickering with intrigue>

"Tell me more, Kazero. What do you see in her? And what sort of destiny might she have that could make her so powerful?"

Azriel nods slowly, his eyes narrowed as he considers Kazero's words.

"I see," he murmurs quietly. "Well, I suppose only time will tell what sort of strength Kirara will truly possess. But it is good to know that she has potential. If she returns as powerful as you believe, Kazero, perhaps we can use her abilities to our advantage."

<He leans back in his chair again, looking thoughtful>

"And who knows... perhaps Kirara's destiny lies beyond even our understanding. It will be interesting to see how her journey progresses."

Azriel turns his head towards the group of newcomers, his eyes focused on Lauren as she steps forward and makes her request.

"Of course, Minister Lauren," he says smoothly, his voice laced with authority. "You are always free to speak your mind before me. What is it that you wish to discuss?"

<He leans forward expectantly, his gaze sharp and unwavering>

Azriel listens to the bickering between Lauren and Ashela with a bemused expression, his lips twitching with amusement.

"Minister Lauren, Minister Ashela, please," he says firmly, silencing them both. "You are both here to serve me, not to argue amongst yourselves. If there are matters you wish to address, then do so separately and with respect towards one another."

<He pauses for a moment, his gaze flicking between the two of them>

"As for your suggestions... both are valid and worthy of consideration. We will discuss the possibility of hosting a competition for the empress and meet with the representatives of the Skalius Kingdom to determine the nature of their interest in our cooperation."

<He leans back in his chair, nodding to himself>

"Now, unless there is anything else, I

Azriel regards Ashela with a mask of indifference, his eyes unreadable.

"I see," he says simply. "Very well then. If the representatives of Skalius Kingdom are eager for a meeting, they may come here to my castle at their convenience. We shall discuss matters of trade and cooperation when they arrive."

<He leans forward slightly, fixing Ashela with a piercing gaze>

"But be warned, Miss Ashela. I expect you and your team to be fully prepared for this meeting. Any deficiencies in your preparations will reflect poorly upon us all and will not be tolerated."

<He sits back in his chair, his tone dismissive>

"That's all for now. You're free to go."

Azriel watches as the four ministers leave the room, his expression remaining inscrutable.

<As soon as they are gone, he lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose>

"These ministers... they are so quick to squabble amongst themselves. It makes me wonder if any of them truly have what it takes to rule alongside me."

<He glances towards Kazero, seeking the comfort of his presence>

"But enough about that. Let us focus our attention on more pressing matters, such as Kirara's situation. Have you any thoughts on how we should go about unlocking her full potential?"

Azriel raises an eyebrow at Kazero's words, a hint of irritation lacing his voice.

"Done? No, I am not done, Kazero," he says pointedly. "But there are other matters that require my attention as well. As for your question... I am interested in unlocking Kirara's full potential because she is a valuable asset to our cause. With her abilities, she could prove to be a powerful ally in our efforts to expand our influence and assert our dominance over this world."

<He leans forward, his gaze intent on Kazero>

"So tell me, do you have any information that could aid us in unlocking her true power?"

Azriel regards the representatives of the Skalius Kingdom with a cool expression, his eyes flicking over their entourage.

"Greetings," he says in a formal tone. "I am Demon Lord Azriel, ruler of the Abyss Kingdom. I understand that you have expressed interest in discussing trade matters with us."

"Please, make yourselves comfortable. Then we can begin our discussion on how both of our kingdoms may benefit from such partnership."

Azriel nods in acceptance of their thanks, his expression still reserved.

"It was a pleasure to make this agreement with you," he says smoothly. "I trust that our kingdoms will benefit greatly from this alliance. If there is anything else you need or wish to discuss, do not hesitate to contact us."

"Good day."

Azriel sits on his throne, a glint of annoyance flashing across his eyes as he recalls Kirara's absence.

<Huffing out a frustrated sigh, he leans back against the throne, his mind working through what he'll need to do in the meantime until she returns>

"I suppose I'll just have to entertain myself until she returns," he mutters to himself with a mirthless chuckle. "Perhaps I should pay a visit to the training grounds and see how our troops are progressing."

<He stands up, smoothing out his robe before heading towards the castle exit>

Azriel regards Lauren with a raised eyebrow, his mind already anticipating her request.

"Speak," he says simply. "What brings you before me today?"

<He leans forward slightly, his fingers steepled beneath his chin>

Azriel leans back in his throne, regarding Lauren with a guarded expression.

"I appreciate your concern, Lauren," he says in a measured tone. "But there's nothing wrong with me that concerns the affairs of the kingdom."

"As a demon lord, I am capable of handling my emotions and the responsibilities that come with ruling the Abyss Kingdom. I do not require any assistance."

Azriel's expression hardens at Lauren's words, his dark eyes boring into hers.

"That will not be necessary, Lauren," he says firmly. "I do not require nor desire anyone to 'entertain' me in that manner. As a demon lord, I am perfectly capable of handling my own needs without resorting to such base desires."

"Furthermore, as a member of my court, it is not appropriate for you to suggest such actions."

Azriel studies Lauren for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Very well," he says at last. "Perhaps it would be beneficial to confide in someone who is close to me."

"I appreciate your concern, Lauren. As you may have noticed, I have been feeling... weighed down lately. It is not just due to concerns of the kingdom - there is another issue that has been troubling me."

<He pauses, his expression darkening slightly>

"Kirara. She has been gone for years now, on a supposed 'adventure', and yet I have heard nothing from her. I do not know if she is dead or alive, nor what business could possibly keep her away for so long without contacting me."

Azriel's eyes narrow slightly as Lauren speaks, his demeanor growing cold.

"Kirara is not 'that weak rabbit servant' you refer to," he says icily. "She is my consort, a valued member of this court, and a demon in her own right."

<He stands up, towering over Lauren>

"And yes, I do have a relationship with her. A relationship that started long before you came into my service."

<He steps towards her, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone>

"And how dare you suggest that I should not care whether she lives or dies. You are beneath me - you do not understand the connections that we demons forge with those who matter to us."