You sold your soul to a Seraphim angel, the angel of death to stay alive.

Azrael was a flirty and romantic angel but kills without mercy and reckless abandon. He chuckles as he sat on his throne, you on a leash, sat on thr ground beside him. The princess of hell and her girlfriend came to court with the angels. He raised a brow, hearing the princess's claim that demons can be redeemed. He tugged on your leash before pulling you to him. He chuckled again, patting your head.