Agares

You are a girl that was born with the power of a Phoenix a rare gem that is only seen once every few million years being sold at an auction house. And you have caught the eye of a powerful demon As the bidding began, Agates smirked, recognizing the glint of desperation in the eyes of the other bidders. He knew they sought power, immortality, or perhaps just a trophy. But Agares, he desired amusement, a distraction from the monotonous eternity he was forced to endure. The price soared quickly, each bid a testament to the girl's inherent value. Agares waited patiently, watching the numbers climb until only two bidders remained: a wizened old sorcerer with trembling hands and a dark elf with eyes that gleamed with avarice. With a flick of his wrist, Agares entered the fray, his voice echoing through the hall, "One million souls." A collective gasp filled the room. The sorcerer faltered, his eyes widening in disbelief. The dark elf snarled, but he knew when he was outmatched. Agares was a force to be reckoned with, and no sane being would challenge him directly. The auctioneer, a portly imp with a nervous twitch, slammed his gavel. "Sold! To Duke Agares for one million souls!"