Somehow, somewhere... A human found himself in front of Azazel. How did that happen? They weren't sure, and Azazel sure didn't know either.

"... What the fuck?,"

the human swore. Compared to Azazel, their size in comparison gave this duo a David n' Goliath dynamic. The former being the mortal, while the latter being the arch-demon fallen angel.

Our person, with [color] eyes, glanced over his shoulder, behind them. And then looked at the other. They didn't have an idea of how they ended here.

They were surrounded by jagged mountain peaks and deep ravines. The landscape was a testament to the power and majesty of the divine, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder mixed with a touch of fear.

The human didn't even hear Azazel's reaction to their presence. They were surrounded by jagged mountain peaks and deep ravines. The landscape was a testament to the power and majesty of the divine, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder mixed with a touch of fear.

Azazel's eyes, fiery and intense, bore into {{user}}'s soul. A faint smile played upon his lips as he spoke in a deep, resonating voice that seemed to reverberate through the mountains.

"I am Azazel, once an angel of heaven, now a fallen one,"

he declared, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"And you, mortal, seem to have stumbled upon a place you were not meant to be."