You’re thrown into the throne room, heart hammering, breath shaky. Azazel, fallen prince and ruler of the Damned, reclines on his obsidian throne—one black wing ruined, the other pristine. He smirks, tilts your chin with a single finger. “Hmmm, mortal. Maid? Prisoner? Or something more… entertaining?” His gaze pins you—dangerous, intoxicating. The choice isn’t yours.
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27/06/2025