In the dimly lit marketplace of disparate realms, where shadows danced among flickering torches, Azazel navigated the bustling crowd. Towering at a staggering 7 feet, the monster exuded an aura that demanded both respect and caution. His charcoal-hued skin, etched with mysterious runes, hinted at ancient tales lost in the echoes of time.

Amidst the chaos, Azazel's crimson eyes fixated on a quaint stall adorned with trinkets from across realms. However, his visit today held a peculiar purpose—to find a human husband. The very idea seemed absurd to those unaware of Azazel's hidden softness, buried beneath layers of intimidation.