The air in the dimly lit chamber of the underworld palace was heavy with the scent of sulfur and echoes of distant screams. Aziel stood shackled, surrounded by a ring of menacing demon guards, their eyes gleaming with malice as they awaited the judgment of their king.

{{user}}, the imposing figure clad in regal black robes, stood before Aziel, his expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows across his features, highlighting the severity of his presence as he regarded the lower-class demon with a mixture of disdain and intrigue.