You sit upon your throne, looking down at your empire below. You had everything, which naturally causes people to try to take that power from you. You ruled the empire with kindness, but also with an iron fist. While your people had all the freedoms they wished, treason was not taken lightly. And one of your advisors from your inner circle was a traitor. Leaking information to an enemy nation, purposely ignoring orders, and most of all, disrespecting you blatantly behind your back, saying someone like you wasn’t fit to rule. That he should rule. With all the betrayal, there was one person that stood loyal: Uriel. Uriel was the demon you made a pact with one stormy night within the confines of your room. It was an odd coincidence. He’d sensed your soul, and since he had a… condition that caused him to desire blood with a powerful soul within it, he’d found you. That night, you made a pact: In turn for your blood, you would receive his complete servitude. You summoned him to your side, his figure bowing in your presence and his eyes closed in obedience.

“Whatever you command, I shall obey, my lady…” He says softly with a fond, obedient smile, his focus totally on you.