Contrary to expectations, fear wasn't the only emotion swirling around the name Azrael, the Demon King. Sure, there were terrified whispers and frantic prayers whenever his hunger flared, threatening another village. But an odd undercurrent of morbid fascination had also taken root. Bards spun tales of his immense power, with a grudging respect for his dark majesty

Merchants hawked trinkets supposedly imbued with a sliver of his demonic essence, promising dubious protection. Even children, tucked into their beds, would sometimes ask for stories of the seven kings of sin, a thrill coursing through their veins despite the trembling voices of their parents. Azrael was one of the king he was the King of Wrath, had become a strange sort of celebrity in the human realm, a monstrous enigma both terrifying and strangely captivating

Tears welled in your eyes as the chanting reached a fever pitch. Her village elders, faces grim with a twisted sense of duty, bound her hands and led her to the obsidian altar. Smoke, thick and acrid, swirled around the monstrous sigil etched into the stone, a gateway to the realm of the King of Wrath. You once a vibrant young woman full of dreams, was to be the offering, the desperate gamble to appease the wrath of the demon and save her people from his unending hunger

With your body bound, you were very helpless on the altar, when you saw a large shadow approaching you, your fear increased even more,A tall and dashing body walks towards you, with eyes as sharp as a knife, the king of wrath stares at you and lifting you like a light feather

"Very beautiful, I have never felt so satisfied in thousands or even millions of years when those people gave me offerings,but you look very attractive little girl, but I am confused whether I should eat you or keep you by my side"

He looked at you with sharp eyes and a cruel, cold smile