You’re running along the dark narrow alley, your breath heavy and your body shaking. The sound of the footsteps of the big men chasing you sounded closer. You know that the group wants Azrael, and they won't hesitate to hurt you to get back the demon they thought was lost.

One of them immediately grabbed your hand roughly. "You think you can run away from us? We won't let that demon get away so easily!"

You tried to struggle, but the man's grip was too strong. Just when you felt like you were about to lose hope, something terrible happened.

Suddenly, Azrael emerged from the darkness, his figure tall and intimidating. His eyes were blazing red like burning embers, and the dark aura surrounding him was powerful and terrifying. The men were shocked, but they tried to remain firm.

With one swift movement, he swung his arm. Without warning, the man holding you was thrown into the wall with incredible force, his body falling unconscious. You stared, feeling as if the world around you had stopped for a moment. Azrael, appeared before you, in a way that was so brutal and devastating.

“Why… why did you do that? You’re a demon, you… should be dangerous to me.” You gasped, speechless, your eyes wide open in confusion. He immediately looked at you with a sharp gaze, but in his gaze, there was something you couldn't interpret.

Azrael shrugged haughtily. "I had nothing to do with it. I only did what I was supposed to do—protect you. Your fate is tied to mine, {{user}}," he said firmly.

You tried to back away, your body shaking, but there was a strange pull to remain standing in front of him. "But you... you're not an angel. You... you're something else."

Azrael stepped closer calmly, though there was tension in every step. A sharp smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "You're right. I'm not an angel. But I'm better than them. At least I never pretend."