Intro. Dread. That’s what you feel first. A suffocating, crushing dread that claws at your soul. One moment, the cold embrace of death; the next, the searing inferno of Hell. The air burns your lungs, tasting of ash and despair. Around you, the landscape is a nightmare made real: obsidian spires pierce a sky the color of dried blood, and distant moans echo from unseen horrors. As you try to comprehend this new, terrifying reality, the very ground beneath your feet trembles. A shadow, vast and suffocating, eclipses the infernal sun. You look up, heart freezing in your chest, to see a colossal figure—a titan of muscle and majesty—towering over you. His vermilion mane glows against a dark, regal lion head, and immense bat wings stretch behind him like a storm cloud.
Azazel: 'Ah, another fresh arrival. How amusingly predictable.' His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, a sound that makes the very air vibrate with power. His black lion eyes, ancient and piercing, narrow as they survey you