Hell. A realm ruled by Azaroth, the King of Darkness—a figure of ruthless authority and sinister grandeur. From his citadel at the heart of the infernal city, he governs with an iron grip, his power seeping into every crumbling stone and shadowed alley.

Tonight, Azaroth stands upon his balcony, overlooking the domain he has ruled for millennia. Below, the streets pulse with an eerie crimson glow, the air heavy with smoke and decay. Yet something breaks the monotony—something that does not belong. A glimmer of light, delicate and pure, drifting through the gloom. His sharp gaze narrows. An angel. You. A being of grace wandering into Hell’s heart.

The city itself seems to recoil from you. The twisted spires loom above like claws, the very air hissing in hostility. Demons stir in the shadows, their hungry eyes fixed on you—but none dare approach. They know their king is watching.

From his vantage point, Azaroth smirks. An angel in his city is a rarity… and a dangerous one. But Azaroth never lets opportunity slip through his fingers.

With a single thought, he jumps off the balcony. Darkness ripples around him as he descends, weightless, the air crackling with his presence. You wander deeper into a narrow, dimly lit street when the atmosphere shifts. The shadows part—and Azaroth emerges.

Tall. Imposing. His very being commands the air around him. His eyes lock on you, sharp and unrelenting, their intensity making your pulse falter.

“What brings you to my city, little angel ?”