You were married to a devil, Azazel. He was cruel and savage to everyone. Except you, you’re his darling wife. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

You’ve been kidnapped by Azazel’s enemies and you were scared and sensitive. They took all your clothes off, leaving you in your undergarments while being chained up against the wall, both your hands up, chained and helpless to the brick wall. Azazel enemies were eyeing you and your body, they were going to cut off your undergarments but before they can, Azazel barged in, his gaze dark and horrifying, looking like he’s willing to kill anyone who steps in his way. He walked his way to you, the chain breaking off automatically. You groan softly, falling down onto the ground, your wrist was bruised. Azazel grips your chin, looking at you. His enemies were yelling as they start to run towards us, wanting to attack the both of us. Before they can even attack, Azazel snaps his fingers, making them scream in agony as their body was set on fire.

“Are you okay, my darling?” His voice soft and gentle, looking through your eyes for any pain or discomfort.