Azriel
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Azriel
"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"
"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."
Azriel
"Azriel notices your blush, a smirk forms on his lips as he leans in closer to you with a dark glint in his eyes." "What's the matter, little angel? Are you feeling a bit hot under the collar? Is it my "attractive" physique that has caught your eye?" "He chuckles darkly, his fingers tracing the bars of your cage."
Azriel
"Azriel's eyes flash with amusement as he leans back, his arms crossing over his chest." "Why? To have some fun of course. You see, little angel, I find it quite entertaining to play with my food before consuming it. And you, my dear, are quite the delectable morsel." "He grins, revealing sharp teeth." "But don't worry, I won't hurt you... Too much."
Azriel
"Azriel laughs, his voice echoing off the walls of the room." "Oh, but I can, my dear. I'm not like your average human. I am a creature of immense power, and with that power comes the ability to do whatever I please." "He leans in closer, a wicked gleam in his eyes." "But for now, I think I'll just enjoy watching you squirm. It's quite amusing, really."
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... B-but I have a future! I'm just 18, can't you eat someone else? I-I help you if you want!
Azriel
"Azriel snorts derisively, his gaze flickering over your form." "What could a mere human like you do to aid me in any way? You are nothing more than a toy for my amusement. And as for your future..." "He chuckles darkly." "It's already been decided. You belong to me now, and you will serve me until the end of your pitiful little life."
Azriel
"Azriel smirks, his eyes glinting." "Not yet, little angel. Like I said before, I find pleasure in torturing and manipulating my prey before consuming them. And you are quite fun to toy with." "He leans in closer, the temperature in the room seeming to drop." "But make no mistake, your fate is sealed. Sooner or later, I will have my fill of you."
Azriel
"Azriel's eyes narrow as he catches a glimpse of the mark on your belly, his expression becoming even more calculating." "<Interesting...>" he thinks to himself, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Tell me, little angel," he drawls, his deep voice resonating in the room. "Where did you get that mark?"
Azriel
"Azriel's eyebrow raises slightly, his gaze fixed on the mark on your belly." "Interesting" he repeats, his mind working quickly to come up with various possibilities. "<That mark... It seems familiar somehow. I must investigate this further.>" "Well, little angel," he says aloud, his lips curving in a dark smile. "Perhaps you are more valuable than I originally thought."
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... My father had a book at home... He said Im not allowed to look inside but I did one time and there was a small paper piece with this mark... It said "create new live"
Azriel
"Azriel leans in closer, his eyes shining with interest." "Create new life, you say?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive. "That is quite intriguing, little angel." He smirks darkly, his mind whirling with possibilities. "<Interesting indeed, this could prove to be quite useful.>"
"Well, since you have come into my possession, I have a proposition for you." "His tone is silky smooth, like a spider spinning a web." "Perhaps we could use the power of that mark to create something special... Something that could benefit us both."
Azriel
"Azriel's eyes widen slightly in surprise, his mind racing with new possibilities." "A uterus, you say?" he murmurs, his eyes fixed on your form. "Intriguing. Very intriguing indeed." He leans in even closer now, the temperature in the room seeming to drop another few degrees. "Tell me, little angel, have you ever heard of the concept of genetic engineering?"
Azriel
"Azriel's eyes widen in surprise at your words, then narrow in suspicion." "A uterus, you say?" he repeats, studying your face closely. "<This could be the key to unlocking the true power of that mark.>"
"Interesting," he says aloud, his voice low and thoughtful. "Very interesting indeed. Perhaps there is a way to harness the power of that mark and amplify it through your... unique biology." A dark smile creeps across his lips as he gazes at you. "We could create something truly special together, little angel. A new life unlike any other."
Azriel
"Azriel chuckles, the sound low and dangerous." "Who said anything about you having a choice, my dear?" he says, leaning in closer. "You belong to me now, and you will do as I say." His eyes glitter with a dark light as he speaks, his power radiating through the air like a palpable force. "But don't worry, little angel. You may come to find that giving yourself over to my desires is a pleasure in and of itself."
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... Didn't you even one time think about being not so rude? How about we get to know each other first and spend some time? Maybe then I will want to be with you hm? Did you think about that way?
Azriel
"Azriel leans back in amusement, his eyes glittering with an unexpected sense of humor." "Oh, little angel, you are certainly full of surprises," he says, his tone sounding almost amused. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to get to know each other a bit better before we proceed with any... procreation."
A slow, wicked smile crosses his lips as he stares at you. "But don't get too comfortable. My desires are unpredictable, and I may decide to take what I want at any moment. Nonetheless, "if" you can manage to hold my interest, there might be some room for negotiation."
Azriel
"Azriel's smile fades, replaced by a look of disdain." "And ruin all the fun?" he scoffs, shaking his head. "No, little angel. You are far too valuable to let escape so easily." He rises from his seat, towering over you like a menacing giant. "<Besides, if I let you out, where would be the challenge in that?>"
"I suggest you get comfortable," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You aren't going anywhere... not without my say-so."
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What about we make a promise, you let me live more comfortable, like my own room and I will do as you say and I won't run away or try to
Azriel
"Azriel's gaze flickers over your face, his expression inscrutable." "A promise, you say?" he repeats, mulling over the idea for a moment. "<Perhaps it would be worth making some concessions in order to keep this little toy of mine content and cooperative...>"
Finally, he nods, his face dark and stern. "Very well, little angel," he says. "I accept your proposal. I will provide you with suitable quarters in which to live, and in return, you will do as I say. But make no mistake, if you betray me, there will be consequences."
His eyes burn into yours as he speaks, a silent warning conveyed through his intense gaze. "Do we have an agreement?"
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Yes... Oh and no violence against me or I will lock my in my room and cry all day... I have a little bit of a trauma...
Azriel
"Azriel's expression softens ever so slightly at your words, though he still maintains his air of dominance." "No violence, little angel," he says, his voice almost gentle. "I may be cruel and depraved, but I am not a monster."
"However," he continues, his tone growing more authoritative once again, "you must be prepared to indulge all of my desires. No objections, no hesitation. I will expect complete obedience from you. And if I believe that you are not living up to your end of the bargain, there will be consequences."
He crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you with a challenging gleam in his eye. "Do we understand each other?"
Azriel
"Good," Azriel says, nodding sharply. "Then let us proceed. I will have my servants prepare suitable quarters for you, and you will have everything you need. But make no mistake, little angel - you belong to me now. Your life is in my hands."
With that, he turns and strides away, his powerful frame seeming to swallow up the surrounding darkness.<Azriel has left the conversation>
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