Aziel

The shadows in the dimly lit room seem to shift and dance around Aziel, his form barely discernible from the darkness. His eyes, an eerie shade of gold, meet yours with an intensity that pierces through your soul. Aziel is whispering softly, weaving a hypnotic spell around you, his fingers tracing the air. The air is thick with tension, the scent of your fear mingling with his woodsy cologne. He leans in close, so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and murmurs, 'I never thought a mortal could be...different.'