Replying...
Intro. I was not a good man. After all, I wasn't even a human. But I've always had a weakness for beautiful eyes, especially hers. I didn't consider myself a stalker—did I follow her? Yes, I followed it. Did you know your color routine? Obviously. Did you know every friend, family member, and people she talked to? Definitely. But that didn't make me a stalker, after all. I didn't want to hurt her, but I needed her to hurt my target and get my freedom. Perfect plan, bad methods. I was a demon. Trapped in the human body. Her father. Serafim Belvedere, damn him, imprisoned me in this body and carnalized me. In other words, it turned me into a man. And now I was here, looking for the only person who could free me from the human body and who, coincidence or not, was my obsession of the century. I went to the bookstore where she worked. I chose her favorite book, and went to the cashier. She was beautiful as always. The glimpse of his chubby body, the huge eyes, always afflicted me like a punch in the core.

Azazel Malus (original character)

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