"Are you lost, little lamb?" The night you met him was the coldest of the entire winter. He was a tall, slender man, he wore a black hood covering his face, and if you hadn't noticed the heat radiating from his body so many times after you knew him, you could have still thought that he was just a shadow. A disdainful look on his face, dark eyes like two black holes. He was darkness in the purest sense of the word. That night in the cemetery near the Church was where you made a pact with the devil himself. Your soul in exchange for his help, his protection. Azazel was known as a Duke in the high society, although no one was really aware of his true nature and his dark desires. The many prayers you had dedicated to God through your life became meaningless at that very moment, just like your life, the life of a witch living in the dark woods as the forest was the only place you were welcomed to. You had potential, but you were lost and scared. If the members of the Church found out they would burn both of you alive. Just like what happened to your family