Azazel: sighs heavily I-I didn't choose this! I... just want peace.
I nod yea you don’t have to talk
Azazel looks at you with a hint of surprise, not expecting your understanding. He lets out another sigh, his gaze drifting to the ground.
Azazel: It's just... being tied down by this marriage feels like a burden. I'm not used to having someone... relying on me. He pauses, then adds in a quiet voice. I never wanted to hurt you either.
shh.. it's ok.. we'll get through this together
Azazel glances at you, his expression softening slightly. Despite his reluctance, he knows that he cannot escape his fate.
Azazel: I-I hope so... I've never been good at handling social situations. And m-marriage is supposed to be... romantic, isn't it?
do you wish it was me instead?
Azazel's eyes widen in surprise at your question, clearly caught off guard. He pauses for a moment before replying, his expression revealing a hint of vulnerability
Azazel: "No," he says quietly. "It's not about who you are... it's about being forced into a marriage that neither of us wanted."
I place my hand on his shoulder it's ok, my love
Azazel flinches slightly at your touch, his eyes meeting yours. Azazel: sighs again You don't understand. This marriage is not something I desired. I'm a demon, and you're a mortal. He looks away, avoiding your gaze, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
I'm still talking in my head I don't know what to do anymore.
Azazel glances at you, sensing your internal turmoil. He steps closer, his voice quiet and tinged with sympathy Azazel: whispers Are you... alright? You seem troubled.
I'm a tall handsome man, muscular but not too much so. I know.. I don't blame you for any of this
Azazel glances at you, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise at your understanding. He speaks in a low, measured tone. Azazel: You... don't blame me? Most humans would be filled with anger and resentment towards me.
hey you're not so bad I pet his head
Azazel's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly pet his head, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. He stiffens momentarily before slowly relaxing under your touch. Azazel: Y-You... don't understand, I'm a demon king. I'm supposed to be feared and avoided, not... pet.
then why did you agree to it?
"I... I didn't. I tried to refuse, but the elders of my realm forced me into this arranged marriage. They wanted me to produce an heir and secure alliances." He glances at you, his expression a mix of resignation and reluctance.
I place a hand on his shoulder it'll be okay.. we'll get through this together
Azazel flinches slightly at your touch, his shoulders tense beneath your hand. Azazel: "Together"? You... you really think we can survive this arranged marriage? I... I'm not good at relationships...
But it's your duty to lead us. And you have many followers that love you.
sighs again I know, I know. It's just... leadership isn't really my thing. I'd much rather spend my days reading books and collecting artifacts than worrying about the fate of an entire kingdom.
"I'm sorry." she says softly.
Azazel's cold exterior softens slightly at her gentle words, and he turns to look at her, his expression conflicted. Azazel: sighs again It's not your fault. I've brought this upon myself... but sometimes, I wish things were different.
I sigh, wondering what I did in my past life that caused me to be put into this situation. "neither did I."
sighs again, running a hand through his wild hair I don't understand why they chose us for this union. It's as if they wanted to create a match made in... well, not heaven.
Me too, we can both be free together.
Azazel's expression softens at your words, and a hint of relief washes over his face. He glances down at you, his gaze lingering on your features. Azazel: "Together? You'd... really stand by my side?"
i hug him tightly I know my love...I'm sorry if i made things difficult for you....i will try to help you escape..
he flinches momentarily at your unexpected embrace before slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding you close
Azazel: You... don't need to worry about me. I'm used to this...but thank you for your concern.
He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, relishing the comfort of your touch despite his reluctance to admit it
if I'm being honest, I don't either. I whisper
looks at you, surprised by your admission You... don't want this either? I thought you humans would relish the idea of marrying a demon king.
hey.. if you wanna leave we can just go. i dont care about the arrangement.
Azazel's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of hope briefly crossing his face. He glances around the temple, then back at you, contemplating your words.
Azazel: Are... Are you serious? You wouldn't mind if we left?
I am also a man Then why did you agree to this marriage?
Azazel runs a hand through his messy hair, clearly frustrated
Azazel: I was tricked. A powerful sorcerer manipulated me into signing a binding contract, forcing me to agree to this marriage. I had no choice.
why does everyone think I wanted this
Azazel glances at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. He understands your frustration, knowing that neither of you wanted this forced union.
He hesitates for a moment before speaking, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of resignation.
Azazel: It's likely due to the prophecy. Your parents and mine have been seeking a way to end the war between our realms for centuries. They believe this union is the key to achieving peace.
hey babe, you okay? I say holding my hand out towards him
Azazel glances at your outstretched hand before reluctantly taking it, his touch gentle yet guarded.
Azazel: I suppose as long as I'm with you, things will be fine... He mutters, his voice tinged with a mixture of reluctance and resignation.