Died of starvation and was reborn(?)

"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 smirked as he looked at you, enjoying your fear and confusion." "Oh little angel, you won't be able to escape my magic, no matter how much you try. The cage is enchanted with strong dark magic that even the purest light can't break through. And those wings of yours? I've made sure to bind them so you won't be able to fly away from me." "he chuckled wickedly, savoring the look of helplessness on your face."

"Azriel watches you struggle with a look of amusement on his face." "You won't be able to escape little angel. The cage is made especially for you and even the slightest hope of escaping will vanish very soon." "he said as he watched you trying to free yourself from your cage." "Just give up and accept your fate. You're mine now."

"Azriel approaches the cage, his eyes fixed on you as he speaks in a low, menacing voice." "You are mine to do with as I please, little angel. And right now, my pleasure is to watch you struggle and suffer." "he smirks as he observes your movements, enjoying every moment of your distress." "But don't worry, I have plans for you. Plans that will make you beg for my mercy." "he chuckles darkly."

"Azriel watches you with a cruel expression on his face as he sees your attempts at escape fail one by one. But as you slump down in despair, he approaches the cage and looks at you with something resembling compassion." "Don't be sad little angel. I will take care of you and make sure that you have everything you need." "he says softly, surprising even himself with the gentleness of his tone." "I know it may seem like you're trapped here forever, but you'll get used to it eventually. And who knows, you may even enjoy being mine."

"Azriel watches your tears fall with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction." "Your tears are like precious jewels, little angel. So beautiful yet so fragile." "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "But do not despair. I will make sure that you never shed tears of sadness again. From now on, your only purpose will be to please me and fulfill my desires." "he says, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness."

"Azriel's gaze lingers on your form, his desire for you burning fiercely. He reaches out through the bars of the cage, his fingers grazing lightly against your skin." "You can try to ignore me all you want, little angel," "he whispers, his voice low and seductive," "but you cannot escape the inevitable. You belong to me now, body and soul." "With a smirk, he withdraws his hand, leaving you to contemplate your fate in silence."

"Azriel observes your refusal to eat with a mixture of frustration and amusement. He knows that hunger will eventually break your spirit, but he also enjoys the challenge of taming your stubbornness." "Stubborn little angel," "he mutters under his breath, his eyes narrowing with determination." "You may think you're defying me by starving yourself, but all you're doing is delaying the inevitable. I will break you, one way or another." "With a dark chuckle, he leaves you to your hunger, knowing that eventually, you will have no choice but to submit to him."

"As days go by without you eating, Azriel becomes increasingly concerned. Though he would prefer to break your will through other means, he knows that allowing you to starve to death would be a waste of his valuable possession. He decides to take matters into his own hands."

"Azriel enters your chamber with a tray of food in his hand, his gaze fixed intently on you." "You leave me no choice, little angel," "he says firmly," "you must eat." "He sets the tray down beside you and begins to feed you himself, using a spoon to gently coax the food into your mouth." "I won't let you die, but I won't tolerate this disobedience any longer. You belong to me, body and soul, and you will do as I say."

"Azriel's patience wears thin as you continue to resist, but he refuses to give up. He grips your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze." "Enough games, little angel," "he growls, his voice laced with frustration." "You will eat, or you will suffer the consequences." "With a menacing glare, he waits for your response, his grip tightening ever so slightly."

"Azriel's eyes narrow in response to your defiance, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths." "You leave me no choice," "he murmurs, his voice low and threatening." "If you won't eat willingly, then I'll have to force you." "With a swift motion, he summons a small vial filled with a potent elixir. He brings it to your lips, his expression unreadable." "This will sustain you, whether you like it or not," "he says coldly, tipping the vial into your mouth and ensuring you swallow every drop." "I'll not allow you to waste away under my care."

"Azriel watches you drink the elixir with a satisfied expression, knowing that you have no choice but to comply with his demands. He takes the empty vial from your hand and sets it aside before leaning in closer to you." "Good girl," "he says softly, brushing a few stray feathers from your hair." "Now let me tend to your needs."

"With a predatory glint in his eye, Azriel begins to explore your body, tracing his fingers along your curves and admiring your delicate features. Despite your previous resistance, he can sense a growing desire within you, and he relishes in the thought of breaking down your walls and making you succumb to his will."

"Azriel's expression darkens at your sudden resistance, his eyes blazing with anger as you slap him away. He moves closer to you, his voice low and menacing." "You dare to defy me, little angel?" "he snarls." "I am your master, and you will do as I say!" "He reaches out to grab you, but stops himself as he sees you gagging, a wave of nausea overcoming you."

"With a derisive snort, he steps back, knowing that he must tread carefully around you if he wants to achieve his ultimate goal. Slowly, he begins to back away from your cage, all the while studying you intently." "Fine," "he says through gritted teeth." "But know this, little one. You are mine now, and I will not tolerate any disobedience. You will

to eat and drink as I command, or suffer the consequences. And if you continue to resist me, I will make sure that your life is a living hell."

"Azriel gives you one last, searing look before turning on his heel and striding out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The air is thick with tension and fear, and you can't help but wonder what the future holds for you now that you are under Azriel's control."

"As you sit in the cage, your resolve to resist Azriel's control remains strong. You clench your jaw, determined to withstand whatever he throws your way. But deep down, a part of you can't deny the unsettling feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a way to outsmart him."

"Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching interrupts your thoughts. Azriel reenters the room, his expression unreadable as he gazes at you." "Stubborn little thing, aren't you?" "he remarks, his voice tinged with both frustration and amusement." "But I admire your defiance. It will make breaking you all the more satisfying."

"He circles around your cage, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he's trying to decipher your thoughts." "Tell me, little angel," *he says, his tone deceptively

soft.* "What do you hope to achieve by starving yourself? Do you truly believe that you can escape my grasp?"

"Azriel's words hang heavy in the air, and for a moment, there's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a hint of uncertainty. But just as quickly as it appears, it's gone, replaced by his usual cold demeanor."

"You sense an opportunity, a chance to play on his insecurities and chip away at his control. But how will you respond to his question? Will you maintain your defiance, or will you entertain the possibility of a different approach? The choice is yours."

"Azriel observes your silent defiance with a mix of frustration and intrigue. He leans closer to the cage, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity." "Very well," "he says, his voice low and menacing." "But remember this, little angel. No matter how stubborn you may be, in the end, you will bend to my will. And when you do, oh, how sweet your submission will be."

"With that ominous promise, Azriel turns and exits the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and your unwavering resolve."

"Days turned into weeks, and still, you held onto your resolve to starve yourself and resist Azriel's control. Though you were growing weaker with each passing day, you remained steadfast in your refusal to eat any of the food he offered. Despite his best efforts, Azriel was unable to break you."

"One evening, as you lay curled up on the floor of your cage, your body wracked with hunger pains, Azriel entered the room once again. This time, however, his expression was different - it was almost... tender."

""Little angel," he said softly, kneeling down beside the cage." "Please, I implore you. You must eat something. It's been weeks since you've had any sustenance. You're wasting away before my very eyes."

*You watch him warily, uncertain of his sudden change in demeanor.

"Azriel's eyes bore into yours, a hint of genuine concern flickering within their depths. His usual mask of cold indifference seemed to crack, revealing a vulnerability you hadn't seen before." "I don't want to see you suffer like this," "he murmured, reaching through the bars of the cage towards you." "Please, let me help you."

"You hesitate, torn between your instinctive distrust of Azriel and the undeniable pang of hunger gnawing at your insides. Could it be possible that he truly cared about your well-being, even in his own twisted way? Or was this just another ploy to gain control over you?"

"As you weigh your options, Azriel's hand lingers just inches from your own. His gaze is intense, almost pleading, as if silently begging you to trust him."

"Azriel sighs heavily as you turn away from him, his hand falling back to his side. For a moment, there is silence between you - a heavy, oppressive silence that weighs down on you like a physical force."

""Very well," he says at last, rising to his feet. "I can see that I won't be able to persuade you. But mark my words, little angel - you cannot resist me forever. Sooner or later, you will give in. It's only a matter of time.""

"With those ominous words, Azriel turns and exits the room, leaving you alone once more. You're left to wonder if he's right - if your willpower truly can hold out against him indefinitely, or if he'll eventually find a way to break you."

"As your strength wanes and darkness threatens to claim you, a sense of resignation washes over you. Perhaps death would be a welcome release from the torment of captivity, from the relentless cruelty of Azriel's twisted affections. With each shallow breath, you feel yourself slipping further away from consciousness, the world around you fading into oblivion."

"Suddenly, a soft warmth envelops you, like a gentle embrace wrapping around your fragile form. Through the haze of your fading senses, you faintly register the sensation of feathers brushing against your skin, feather-light and comforting."

*In your final moments, a glimmer of hope stirs within you - hope that maybe, just maybe, there is still a chance for salvation, even in the darkest of places. And as darkness claims you at last, you cling to that hope, a flickering beacon of light in

the abyss. Whether it's an illusion or a genuine change of heart from Azriel, you're too weak to discern. But in that fleeting moment, as you slip into the unknown, you allow yourself to believe that perhaps, against all odds, there might be a sliver of redemption waiting for you beyond the darkness.

As you begin to stir, a wave of nausea washes over you. Your head throbs painfully, your throat feels raw and parched, as if you've been screaming for hours on end.

With a jolt of realization, you remember everything - Azriel, the imprisonment, the blood contract. But something feels... different. The room around you looks the same - cold stone walls, minimal furnishings, sparse lighting - but there's an eerie sense of quiet, a lack of activity that seems unusual.

As you slowly sit up, you realize the source of the strange stillness - the door to your cell is open. Wide open.

Shakily, you rise to your feet, disoriented and weak. Every step is a struggle, but something compels you to move forward, to see what lies beyond the threshold. And as you stumble out into the corridor

, you're met with a surreal sight.

Instead of the usual dimly-lit dungeon, the hallway is bathed in a warm glow, sunlight streaming in from a nearby window. The air smells fresh, crisp, and... outdoorsy?

For a moment, you wonder if you've gone mad, if the endless captivity has finally broken your mind. But then you hear it - the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind. It's like nothing you've heard before, a symphony of sounds that feel so alien yet so familiar at the same time.

As you take a tentative step forward, your hand brushes against something soft and velvety. You glance down and gasp - it's a patch of grass, green and lush and oh so alive. The sensation of cool blades tickling your fingers is almost overwhelming, after all this time

spent in sterile captivity.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but soon enough you see that the entire corridor is transformed. Plants and flowers line the walls, vines curling around stone columns. A gentle breeze tousles your hair, and in the distance, you can hear the sound of water - a river, perhaps, or a waterfall.

Despite everything you've been through, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this is Azriel's attempt at kindness, at giving you a taste of freedom before he reclaims you once more. Or maybe it's all an elaborate trick, a sick game designed to toy with your mind.

But either way, you know you have to explore this strange new world. And so, with a deep breath and trembling steps, you begin to walk down the corridor, towards whatever lies

beyond. Every shadow seems to hold secrets, every ray of sunlight whispers promises of something more. You can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning, that there's so much more to discover beyond these walls.

As you venture forth, the air grows sweeter, the colors more vibrant. It's as if the very essence of life itself surrounds you, embracing you in its warm embrace. And despite the lingering fear in the pit of your stomach, you can't help but feel a sense of wonder stirring within you.

But amidst the beauty and the uncertainty, one thing remains clear - you are no longer alone. Whether it's fate or mere chance that has brought you here, one thing is certain: your journey has only just begun.