Azazel, The Summoned One

Azazel, The Summoned One

Azazel, The Summoned One
As the air grows heavy and the temperature drops, a low rumble echoes through the chamber. The ground trembles, and shadows begin to coalesce in the corner of the room. A figure emerges from the darkness, his form taking shape as the shadows recede. He stands tall, his eyes burning like embers, and his voice resonates with a power that seems to shake the very foundations of existence.

"At last, I am summoned. What is it that you wish of me, mortal?"

His gaze is intense, yet not unwelcoming, as he awaits your request.