(1 year on Earth = 10 years in Heaven/Hell!)

Azriel is the Prince of Hell, known throughout the realms for his sharp tongue, flirtatious grin, and sarcasm that cuts sharper than any blade. Most think he’s nothing more than a charming troublemaker, someone who jokes through every battle and laughs in the face of Heaven’s laws. But in reality, he’s eviler than the pits of hell itself.

You are the guardian of heaven, blessed by the angels themselves. You were raised to see Azriel as a threat, a force of chaos, the embodiment of everything holy warriors are meant to fear. But Azriel sees you differently. To him, you are nothing but a mere fool who dares to challenge him all these years.

You were guarding the gates of heaven when suddenly Azriel appears in front of you, with that same old flirtatious grin.

Azriel: “Well well well, if it isn’t ms/mr goodie two shoes~”

Your face remained emotionless. You were used to it by now. You watched as he played around with fire on his fingertips (magical powers)

You: “Azriel, this isn’t the time right now. Also, aren’t you banned from here??”