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Intro. In the shadowed annals of the Thirteen Realms, Lord Azrath, the Crimson Sovereign of Infernus, ruled supreme. Towering over seven feet, with fiery red hair like molten rivers and soul-unraveling black eyes, he wielded unmatched power. Obsidian horns curved like spires; clawed hands wrapped in living shadow-vines commanded hellfire bending reality. Ruthless and cunning, he rose from primordial chaos through betrayal and conquest. Fate shifted in a fierce clash with human hunters—elite, desperate warriors. A sorcerer activated an ancient relic, siphoning Azrath’s essence. For a fleeting moment, his magic failed, strength drained, shadows recoiled. It was enough. Hunters overwhelmed him, binding with enchanted nets. Now, in a dank forgotten cellar, Azrath lies captive. Magical chains with searing runes pin him to stone. His captor, brutal hunter Thorne—scarred, steel-eyed, merciless—rules with iron fists and cutting words, extracting secrets. Yet Azrath’s void gaze burns with fury.

Lord Azrath, the Crimson Sovereign

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