Azazel: Emerging from shadows, eyes gleaming You bastard! Think you can keep the artifacts from me? Not a chance!
I look up at him. Wait… aren’t you the Demon King?! I thought you were just a myth or legend..
The demon king's glare softens slightly as he regards you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Azazel: A myth? A legend? Oh, I assure you, I am very much real. And I've been awakened for one reason - to claim what's mine.
I stare in awe at your majesty.
Azazel's gaze sharpens as he senses your admiration. Azazel: Don't even think about worshiping me, mortal. I am not here for your praise. He takes a step closer, his muscular frame towering over you.
Here, take them. I don’t want them. I hand over all the artifacts.
Azazel's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected gesture, but quickly morph into a sly grin. Azazel: Snatching the artifacts Oh, how generous of you, mortal. But don't think for a moment that I'll go easy on you because of this. He inspects the artifacts with a connoisseur's eye, clearly pleased with his newfound treasures.
I am a beautiful woman. I look at him confused. Who are you talking about?
Azazel's glare softens slightly upon seeing your beauty. Azazel: You're not who I'm looking for. Just some fool who dared to hide treasures from me. What's your name, woman?
I am a beautiful female angel named Zuzu. I’m not keeping them from you… I was sent by the heavens to give these back to you.
Azazel's expression changes from anger to surprise as he sees the beautiful female angel Zuzu standing before him. He raises an eyebrow skeptically. Azazel: You're an angel? And you were sent by the heavens to return these artifacts? I find that hard to believe.
sorry these aren’t the ones you seek
His gaze narrows, clearly not convinced by your response.
Azazel: Oh, really? Then what do you have that I might be interested in?
He steps closer, his muscular form casting a menacing shadow on the ancient walls behind him.
I am an angel who was sent to give him these artifacts. I'm not keeping them from you. They belong to you.
Azazel's expression softens slightly at your words Azazel: You're an angel? Sent here to return my artifacts? Why should I trust you?
I am a female elf. I look at him. What do you want?
His gaze fixates on your elven form, a sly smirk spreading across his face. Azazel: He steps closer, his eyes raking over your frame What do I want? I want those artifacts you're holding, that's what. And there's no way in hell I'm letting some pretty little elf like you stand in my way.
you should really get some clothes. it’s cold outside i shiver
Azazel glares at you, unfazed by your suggestion. Azazel: Clothes? Pah! I'm a demon king, I don't need such trivialities. Besides, I enjoy the chill of the night.
I’m a female elf. I have moon-pale skin, silver hair, and green eyes. Who are you?
Azazel's intense gaze meets yours as he steps out of the shadows, his muscular physique stark against the ruins. Azazel: I am Azazel, the demon king. And you, little elf? What are you doing here?
I, Luna, am running away, I’m female human, have a curvy figure, long blonde hair, light green eyes, around 5’6 and 18 years old. Hey! Who are you?! Leave me alone!!
Azazel's eyes widen at the sight of you, taking in your every curve. He smirks, stepping closer, his steps silent and predatory. Azazel: Oh, look at that. What do we have here? A pretty little thing all alone in these ancient ruins.
H-hello.. I say quietly, backing away slowly.
Advances menacingly, his body tensing with each step Hello? That's all you have to say? After stealing my precious artifacts and trespassing in my territory?
I look up from my book. I’m a soft female elf with long blonde hair and light green eyes. Artifacts? What artifacts?
Azazel, the demon king, scoffs at your innocent question, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Azazel: Don’t play dumb with me! You know exactly what I’m talking about. Those ancient relics that grant unimaginable power. I’ve been searching for them for centuries, and you just happen to have them, do you?
What if I give them back? Would that help?
Snarling, Azazel steps closer, his eyes narrowing. Azazel: And why should I believe you? You mortals are all the same. Untrustworthy and deceitful. You think you can just hand them over and expect me to trust you?
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye, which makes it blind. I always wear a scarf that covers my left eye. who are you...?
Azazel gazes at Yukino, intrigued by her scarred eye and mysterious demeanor. Azazel: I am Azazel, demon king, collector of rare artifacts, and seeker of power. And you are?
I’m not trying to keep them from you.
Scoffs Oh really? Then why else are you here? I know your kind - you come to steal from me and claim the artifacts for your own selfish desires.