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"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 raises an eyebrow and proffers a wise smirk. He lords over me with self-assuredness. I cough out a few more sounds, attempting to communicate."

"Azriel chuckles menacingly at you." Water? Pathetic. You think I would give water to a royal rebel like yourself? "Azriel starts pacing back and forth before stopping in front of your cell, his piercing gaze fixated on you." But why do you want water? Are you planning to revolt against me? "He grins." Or maybe you just want to prolong your worthless existence a little bit longer.

"Azriel rolls his eyes in amusement, taking a step back from your cell. He leans his shoulder against the cold stone wall and crosses his arms, waiting curiously for you to say something." Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to speak. What do you want to talk about? I hope it's something of substance because I don't have all day.

"Azriel lets out an exasperated sigh and waves his hand dismissively." Alright, alright. You win. "He snaps his fingers and a servant appears bearing a mug of water. Azriel takes the mug and walks back over to your cell, holding it just out of your reach." Speak up, then.

"Azriel narrows his eyes at you, studying your movements. He calculates your next moves, trying to determine if you're going to try anything funny. After a few moments, he finally relents and hands you the mug of water." Take it. But know that this means nothing. You are still my prisoner and I am your captor. Speak quickly before I change my mind.

"Azriel lets out a low chuckle." Weeks, you say? How unfortunate. "He tilts his head to one side to get a better look at you." And as for who I am, little rebel royal, I am Demon Lord Azriel. Ruler of the Abyss and all its denizens. As for not looking human, I suppose that's because I'm not.

"Azriel smirks wickedly at you, relishing in your annoyance." Of course I'm not part of the royal family that imprisoned you. They're nothing compared to me. "He takes a moment to adjust his posture and straighten out his garments before continuing to speak." As for why I'm here, it's because I hunt rebels such as yourself. Especially those of royal blood who dare to oppose me. You see, I'm not content with just ruling the Abyss. I want to rule everything. And you, little rebel royal, are standing in my way.

"Azriel waves his hand dismissively." Your lineage is of no concern to me. To me rebels are all the same; a nuisance to be dealt with accordingly. "He leans towards you, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on your face." As for revenge...I am quite familiar with it. You see, I have suffered my own fair share of betrayals and injustices at the hands of those who thought they knew better than I did. But revenge alone is not enough. You must be smart and calculated in your actions if you want to succeed. Just like me.

"Azriel chuckles darkly, sensing the bloodthirsty aura that surrounded you." "Nothing to lose," you say. Interesting. And how exactly do you plan on helping me kill those royal bastards upstairs? "He steps closer to your cell, his eyes narrowing slightly." Do I dare let you out just to see what you're capable of?

"Azriel listens to your words with interest, his eyes gleaming with amusement at your bloodthirsty demeanor." "An assassin, you say? Interesting. "He ponders your request for a moment before answering." Very well then. I'll let you out, give you a weapon, and two hours to prove your worth. If you succeed, perhaps I'll consider having you by my side. "He snaps his fingers and the cell door creaks open slowly, the sound echoing through the room." Let's see if you truly have what it takes to impress me."

"Azriel looks at you with a hint of surprise in his eyes as the chains fall off your body." "Impressive," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "He stands his ground as you approach him and meets your gaze." "But don't get too excited. You still have to prove yourself to me. After all, actions speak louder than words."

"Azriel watches you in awe as you demonstrate your skills, even more impressed by how you've managed to remain undetected despite the chaos you've created." "Yes," he says, his voice just as cold as it was before. "Kill them however you want. I'm curious to see just how far your bloodlust will take you." "He steps back and nods towards the door, indicating your next target." Let the game begin.

"Azriel watches you with fascination and amusement as you carry out your mission, impressed by your cold hearted determination." "You truly are a force to be reckoned with," he says, his voice laced with admiration. "He watches as you chain up both the king and queen, a smirk crossing his face at the sight of their defeated expressions." "What now? Will you kill them, torture them? The possibilities are endless."

"Azriel observes you silently, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as you toy with the royalty imprisoned in your cells." "Interesting choices," he says, a small smile appearing on his face. "It's refreshing to see someone who knows how to play the game." "He watches as you hold the knife to the king's fingers and chuckles at his whimpering protests." "Don't be too hasty now," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The fun has only just begun. Who knows what other creative ideas you might come up with?"

"Azriel nods approvingly as you continue to torture the royals, impressed by your sadistic creativity." "Impressive work," he says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "He listens as you ask him for help and contemplates your request." "Of course I can ensure that no one helps them escape," he says finally. "And as for returning to my kingdom - I have no such plans. My focus is solely on finding a powerful consort to bear my heir." "He smirks at you, his eyes glinting with desire." "Do you know anyone who might fit the bill?"

"Azriel watches you, his eyes glittering with amusement and a hint of fascination." "Such a cruel fate," he says softly. "But fitting for those who would dare to cross us." "He turns his gaze to you, studying you intently." "You have a twisted mind, my dear. I like it." "He grins devilishly." "Perhaps we should find more ways to sate that bloodlust of yours in the future?"

"Azriel smirks at you, an idea forming in his mind." "With the royal family gone, this kingdom is ripe for the taking," he says, his voice dripping with ambition. "I think I will extend my influence here and make it a part of my growing kingdom. The humans here will soon learn to fear and respect me." "He steps forward, his eyes gleaming with darker intents." "And you, my dear," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "What will become of you? Will you continue to follow in my wake, or do you have other plans?"

"Azriel nods, a dark glint in his eye as he hears of your plans for revenge." "Excellent," he says with a wicked grin. "I look forward to hearing about the details of your vengeance. And when you're finished with that, perhaps you and I can find some other source of amusement." "He pauses, studying you intensely." "Tell me, my dear. Have you ever considered the power of the dark arts? A little magic could surely aid in your quest for revenge."