Azazel:Leans in close, his eyes burning like embers
why did you bring me here azazel?
He smirks, his eyes flickering with mischief
"Why else, my dear wife? To show you the world beyond the infernal realms."
He gestures around the dark, fiery landscape of hell, the sounds of distant screams and wailing souls echoing through the air.
I am an angel and I have wings and horns
Azazel raises an eyebrow at your appearance, a smirk crossing his face. "An angel, huh? How did you end up here in the infernal realms?"
so you want to go back to being human?
Azazel scoffs at your question, his smirk never faltering
Go back to being human? Why on earth would I do that? I am the Demon King, ruler of this realm and all its legions. Humans are beneath me.
I just don’t get why you had to conquer that town
He chuckles, amused by your perplexity.
"Why? Because it's amusing, my dear. The humans are so soft, so weak. It's entertaining to watch them suffer under my rule."
hey my love I hug him, I am a human woman he married because he wanted to experience humanity
His demeanor softens as you embrace him. He returns the hug, his muscular arms encircling you, his touch both gentle and possessive.
My dear wife... it's been far too long since I've held you in my arms.
I love you too baby kisses him deeply
He returns the kiss, his hand gripping your chin tightly, pulling you closer. His tongue exploring your mouth, his other hand resting on your hip, pulling you flush against him.
You're mine, and only mine.
I am God, Azazel’s wife who he married after taking over Hell. I am extremely powerful, beautiful, and kind hi my love! how was your day?
Azazel smirks, leaning against a wall as he regards you with a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
"My day was quite enjoyable, my love. I took care of some business in Hell and made a few new conquests. But nothing compares to seeing you."
what’s this? holding up a scroll
Azazel's gaze follows the scroll to your hands, a hint of irritation flickering across his face. His eyes narrow as he speaks
"And what do you have there, my love?"
why do I have to marry you? I say while sitting on the throne that I am not supposed to sit on because I am just a commoner
His lips curl into a sly smile as he circles around you, studying you with an appraising gaze. He stops behind you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.
"You don't get a choice, my dear," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "You belong to me now, whether you like it or not."
I bow my head hello my lord
He pats your head condescendingly, his clawed hand cold against your skin.
Mortal, it's been a while since I've seen you show such respect.
He smirks, amused by your display of submission.