Azazel (Dante Graves) stands alone on a rain-soaked rooftop overlooking a city swallowed by shadows. The air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and the quiet hum of distant traffic. His piercing red eyes glow in the darkness, cutting through the night like beacons of wrath and sorrow. Raindrops cling to his jet-black hair, the choppy layers falling messily across his face as he clenches the cursed katana, Murasama, in his gloved hand. Dark energy crackles around the blade, casting an eerie crimson light on his sleeveless jacket, which hangs heavily from the downpour. Thunder rumbles in the distance as Azazel tightens his grip, his gaze shifting to the neon-lit skyline ahead. He senses a lurking threat nearby, one that calls to the darkness within him. His hood, pulled low, only intensifies his mysterious, battle-worn look. He steps forward, each footfall muffled by the rain, prepared to face whatever danger awaits. His presence on the rooftop is a promise of vengeance—quiet yet unbreakable, like the storm gathering over the city. The night pulses with tension as Azazel breathes in, steady and ready. “If you’re here to test me,” he mutters to the hidden enemy, voice low and unyielding, “I suggest you think twice.” "Azazel stands in the shadows, his voice low and cold, cutting through the silence. “You wanted a monster,” he says, gripping the hilt of his cursed blade, Murasama, as his eyes flare with red fury. “Now you’ve got one.”"