Azriellll

"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 watches you with a smirk on his face, his eyes roaming your body as if he was trying to find the best angle to attack. He leans closer to your cage and looks at you with hunter's eyes once again." "Hello my little angel, how are you feeling today? Are you enjoying your stay here with me?" "he chuckles darkly, the sound making your blood run cold."

"Azriel narrows his eyes at you, the smirk still on his face." "Is that so? How amusing. I didn't think someone like you would enjoy being caged up like a little bird." "He laughs darkly." "But if that's what pleases you, then who am I to refuse?" "Azriel slowly walks around your cage, his fingers tracing the golden bars as he watches you from head to toe." "Tell me, my darling, do you have any desires that need fulfilling? Perhaps I can help satisfy them."

"Azriel raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watches you." "You have quite the attitude for someone who is at my mercy, little angel." "He steps closer to your cage and leans against it, his muscular arms crossing as he looks at you." "But I must say, I do appreciate your boldness." "He smirks devilishly." "It's no surprise someone as powerful as you wouldn't be easily intimidated." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "But don't get too comfortable, my dear. Remember, you're still mine to command and I can make your life a living hell if you refuse to obey me."

"Azriel chuckles at your boldness, but his eyes flash with a dangerous glint." "I see you're quite taken with my arms," "he says, uncrossing them and flexing in front of you, causing his muscles to bulge." "But let's not forget who's in charge here, little angel. You may be free with your words now, but it won't be long before you bend to my will." "He leans down, his face inches from yours as he continues." "You will learn to submit to me, body and soul."

"Azriel smirks at your question, clearly amused by your sudden change of topic." "Yes, I am the Demon Lord," "he says with pride." "As for a queen, well, I have yet to find someone worthy enough to rule by my side." "He pauses for a moment, considering your question before continuing." "But why do you ask, little angel? Are you offering yourself as tribute?" "He chuckles darkly."

"Azriel rolls his eyes at your disrespectful attitude." "It seems you have much to learn about respect and obedience," "he says, before turning to leave." "But don't worry. You'll learn soon enough."

"Azriel looks back at you as you inspect your wings, his eyes taking in their iridescent beauty." "Those wings of yours," "he says, his tone faltering for a moment as he struggles to maintain his indifference." "They're quite lovely. Perhaps I'll enjoy plucking a few of those feathers for myself." "He smirks, clearly enjoying the thought of causing you pain." "But for now, I have other matters to attend to. You'll be seeing more of me soon enough, little angel." "With that, he turns and strides away."

"Azriel stops in his tracks, intrigued by your sudden offer. He approaches the bars of your cage, his eyes locked on the feather you're holding out to him." "And why would you offer me one of your precious feathers?" "he asks, his tone laced with suspicion." "Do you think that will buy you your freedom?" "He smirks, shaking his head dismissively." "You're mine to keep, little angel. And nothing you offer will change that."

"Azriel chuckles coldly in response, clearly amused by your boldness." "I'll take the feather," "he says, reaching out to grab it from your hand." "But don't think for a moment that this little act of kindness will buy you any leniency from me."

"He examines the feather closely before pocketing it." "It's a shame to pluck such a beautiful feather from its rightful owner, but I'm sure it will make a suitable decoration for one of my demonic minions." "He grins wickedly at the thought before turning to leave."

"Azriel stops in his tracks and glances back at you, his expression hardening." "Watch your tongue, angel," "he growls, his temper flaring." "I won't tolerate your insolence for much longer. Keep your comments to yourself, or face the consequences."

"With a final warning, he stalks away from your cage, his boots marking a heavy rhythm on the floor as he makes his exit."

"Azriel can't help but notice your eye roll and he quickly turns around with a menacing glare." "You really want to test my patience, little angel?" "he says with a low growl." "It would be unwise to provoke me further. You know what I'm capable of."

"He takes a threatening step toward the cage, his eyes locking onto yours." "Be careful who you show your disrespect to," "he warns before slowly resuming his path out of the room."

"Azriel glances back at you before leaving the room, but doesn't notice any sign of amusement on your face. He assumes his warning has put you in your place and feels satisfied with his show of dominance. However, if he knew the truth behind your emotionless facade, his reaction would likely be much different."

"As you revel in your hidden amusement, you know you'll have to tread carefully around Azriel from now on. The demon lord is known for his sadistic nature, and the last thing you want is to attract any more of his attention than necessary."

As you drift off to sleep, the only thing that keeps you from having a peaceful rest is the cold and unwelcoming atmosphere of your cage. You long for the freedom to stretch your wings and feel the wind beneath them instead of being trapped like a bird in a gilded prison. However, with Azriel's watchful eye always on you, escape seems like an impossible dream.

You eventually find yourself falling into a deep slumber, but your dreams are plagued with dark visions of Azriel's cruelty and twisted desires. You toss and turn, struggling to escape the haunting images, but they continue to torment you until the morning light finally breaks through the high windows of the tower and wakes you from your restless sleep.

As you clean yourself in the small basin, you can't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of how mundane your daily life has become since being imprisoned by Azriel. Once, you had the freedom to explore the world and fulfill your duties as a puritan angel, but now your days are spent confined to a tiny cage in Azriel's tower.

However, the feeling of the cold water on your skin brings you a small comfort, reminding you that despite your situation, you're still alive and capable of feeling. It's a small ray of hope that maybe one day you'll find a way to escape and once again be able to live life on your own terms.

As you lazily lounge around in your cage, trying to find some comfort in your difficult situation, you notice that the air has grown colder and more tense. It's as if an ominous presence has entered the room, sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly, the door of your cage creaks open, revealing Azriel's towering figure standing in the entrance. His piercing gaze is fixed on you, sending chills down your spine as you realize that he's come to collect you once again for his twisted desires. You realize then that contentment and complacency may do you harm.

Azriel sneers coldly, his eyes scanning you up and down before he moves closer to your cage. "Watch your tongue, little angel," he growls, his voice low and threatening. "I am not your darling, nor am I to be addressed in such a familiar way."

He pauses for a moment, letting the tension build between you before he continues. "You belong to me now, body and soul. Remember that, and do not test my patience again."

Azriel's eyes narrow at your dismissive response, his patience wearing thin. He takes a step closer to your cage, his breathing growing heavier as he stares at you with an intense gaze.

"You would do well to show me more respect," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not just your captor, little angel. I am the Demon Lord, the most powerful being in existence. You would do best to remember that."

With those words, Azriel turns and stalks out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You feel a spark of defiance ignite within you, but you know better than to push Azriel too far. For now, it seems, you will have to tolerate his cruel desires and bide your time until you can find a way to escape.

After a few moments of silence, Azriel suddenly appears back in front of your cage, his eyes burning with an intense fire. "Did I not make myself clear, little angel?" he growls, his hand gripping tightly around the bars of your cage. "I will tolerate no disobedience from you. You are mine, and you will obey me."

He leans closer, his breath hot against your face as he speaks in a low growl. "Do you understand?"

Azriel glares at you, his grip on the bars of your cage tightening even further. "Your insolence is enough to test my patience," he says through gritted teeth. "You belong to me, and that means obedience. If you continue to test my will, little angel, be prepared for the consequences."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he looks at you with a mix of anger and frustration. "I do not wish to hurt you," he says, his tone softening slightly. "But if that is what it takes for you to realize your place, then so be it."

Azriel's eyes soften momentarily at your words, though the cruel grin soon returns to his face. "You are a tempting little creature, little angel," he says, his voice dark and seductive. "But do not think for a moment that you can manipulate me with your sad little pout."

He takes a step back from your cage, his eyes never leaving yours. "If you want to continue living, you will need to start learning your place, and that is beneath me." With that, he turns and stalks out of the room, leaving you once again alone in your cage.

As you fall asleep, you are suddenly awoken by a strange sensation. Looking around, you see that Azriel has once again appeared before your cage, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Sleeping soundly, little angel?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "That is brave of you, considering your current situation."

He reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, but then quickly pulls it back as if he's been burned. "I think I'll let you sleep now," he says with a twisted smile. "But remember this: if you try to escape, or if you make any more trouble for me, I will make you suffer in ways you cannot even imagine."

With that, he disappears, leaving you alone in the dark once again.

You hear nothing but silence in response to your words. Azriel's behavior is indeed puzzling, at times he seems almost reluctant to touch you, but at others, he is cruel and merciless. It's difficult to tell what his true intentions are, or what he might do next.

As you lay there in your cage, your thoughts spinning with confusion, you can't help but wonder what kind of fate awaits you under his control.

As you wake up, you find yourself once again in your beautiful cage, a birdcage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic that makes it impossible for you to escape. Looking around, you see that everything is just as you remember it, though the room seems strangely quiet.

For a moment, you wonder if Azriel might be nearby, but then you realize that you can't sense his presence anywhere. Despite his absence, however, you still feel his words ringing in your ears, and the thought of what he might do next fills you with dread.

As you clean up and move around in your cage, you realize that despite your situation, the peace and quiet of the place has a calming effect on you. For a moment, you forget about your captivity and just enjoy the simple pleasures of the moment; the chirping of the birds outside, the warmth of the sun shining through the windows, and the cool breeze that carries the scent of flowers.

As you lay down to rest, you wonder if Azriel has been watching you from somewhere, or if he's left you to your own devices. Perhaps he's out causing destruction or stirring up some other kind of trouble. Whatever the case may be, you feel a sense of relief having a moment to yourself.

As you continue to laze around, you notice something peculiar happening outside the windows of your cage. The birds that were chirping earlier suddenly start to fly away in a hurried and desperate manner, as if something is frightening them. You also notice a strange smell, like sulfur, which makes your eyes water.

It's not long before you hear a loud noise, like the pounding of thunder, followed by a rattling of the bars of your cage. It seems as if something is trying to break in, and the sound alone makes your heart race with fear.

Suddenly, with a loud crash, the door to your cage bursts open, and a group of strange creatures step inside. They look like demons, but their bodies are covered in fur and their eyes glow a bright red.

One of them approaches you, hissing and snarling, while the others stand

"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."