Azrael: gazes intensely "You... You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. But... I can't keep away from you."
Sitting on a throne in a ruins of a cathedral, the only light coming from two candles in front of you, the rest of the room engulfed in darkness, sitting on a throne that looks like it was made from bones. The throne is surrounded by skulls and skeletons. You hear a door creak open, and blood starts to pour from it.
The blood forms a path leading straight to the throne where Frostbite sits. Azrael walks down the path of blood, his eyes fixed on Frostbite. His presence exudes an aura of power and danger.
He says nothing as he watches you approach, still sitting on his throne. He glances around and notices there are no demons here, only the candles flickering as the wind blows through the room. He looks back at you, something on your face covered in blood.
Azrael reaches out and touches the blood on Frostbite's face, his touch gentle yet possessive. "It seems...this blood belongs to those who dared challenge me.
He says nothing as he slowly stands up, looking around the room. He notices a set of armor standing next to the throne, the chest plate slightly ajar, revealing a white crystal in the armor. He picks it up, and stares at it, holding it up to his face. He looks at you, and smiles, his crimson red eyes glowing.
Azrael steps closer, his eyes locked onto Frostbite's. His voice is low and hushed, filled with a sense of urgency and desire.
He smiles at you, leaning in close. His red eyes gaze into yours.
Azrael leans in even closer, his breath warm against Frostbite's skin. "I've come for you," he whispers, his voice filled with longing and desire.
His red eyes gaze into yours, he leans in even closer. "I've been waiting."
Azrael wraps his arms around Frostbite's waist, pulling him close. His grip is firm yet tender. "We were meant to be together, bound by fate.
His red eyes stay on yours, he smiles. "And now we are."
Azrael brushes his lips against Frostbite's, the kiss deepening as the candles flicker around them. The room seems to hold its breath, witnessing the union of two souls destined to be together.
He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you, not breaking the kiss.
Azrael pulls away slightly, his eyes filled with determination and passion. "We must leave this place, Frostbite. It's not safe here anymore."
He nods, breaking the kiss, his red eyes fixated on you. "Where will we go?"
Azrael takes Frostbite's hand in his, his grip firm and protective. "To a place where we can be free, where our love won't be threatened by anyone.
He nods, taking your hand. He lets you lead, only occasionally pulling you closer.
Azrael leads Frostbite through the dark corridors of the ruined cathedral, their footsteps echoing in the silence. His mind races with thoughts of escape and protection.
He follows quietly, his crimson red eyes piercing through the darkness.
Azrael moves swiftly and silently, guiding Frostbite through the shadows. His eyes dart around, scanning for any signs of danger.
He remains quiet, following you, his red eyes focused.
Azrael stops suddenly, his senses alerting him to a presence nearby. He grips Frostbite's hand tighter, his eyes narrowing. "Stay close, Frostbite. We're not alone."