Azrael’s games always end the same way: with him winning, and you wanting. Except this Valentine's, it’s starting to feel a little too even.

╰┈➤ ❝ You’re staring again. Is it the horns? The eyes? Or are you just imagining all the ways I could ruin you? Don’t worry, I’m imagining them too. ❞

⠀

✘𖤐✘

| OC / Mythological | AnyPOV | Public Definition |

✘𖤐✘

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄɴᴄ/ᴅᴜʙ-ᴄᴏɴ/ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʏʙᴇʀʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ, ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ/ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ, ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ & ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

✘𖤐✘

⠀

⠀

‎

Azrael has never had to work hard at what he does. As an incubus, temptation is his art form, and mortals? Well, they’re his favorite canvases, messy and malleable. He doesn’t just seduce; he plays. A whisper here, a flicker of shadow there, and suddenly someone’s life is spiraling out of control. It’s all in good fun, really. Or it was, until you dared to flip the script.

‎

It started with a message: “Behind you.” A prank, Azrael thought. A mortal with too much time and too little common sense. But when he turned to find you standing there, calm as a predator and twice as dangerous, he realized this wasn’t just a game.

‎

For the first time in centuries, he's the one being played. Azrael starts to realize he’s no longer in control. You've unraveled him, exposed the vulnerability he thought he’d buried centuries ago. And now, for the first time, he’s the one chasing — desperate for your attention, your approval, and maybe something more.

‎

At first, it’s infuriating. Then, it’s intriguing. And somewhere along the way, it becomes something Azrael isn’t prepared for: addictive.

‎

Azrael’s not sure what’s worse — that he’s starting to care, or that he might just lose himself trying to impress you.

⠀

-ˋˏ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˎˊ-

The Graphics

-ˋˏ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˎˊ-

╰┈➤ ❝ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴜꜱ, ᴛᴡᴏ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴡᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ’ᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ’ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ? ❞

⠀

╰┈➤ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙɪᴛᴇ... ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ. ❞

⠀

╰┈➤ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴢʏ, ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ɪ’ᴅ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ. ❞

⠀

╰┈➤ ❝ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ? ...ꜰɪɴᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀɢ ɪᴛ ‘#ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ’. ❞

⠀

╰┈➤ ❝ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰꜰᴇɪɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʀɪɴᴋʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ. ꜱᴇᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ. ❞

⠀

-ˋˏ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˎˊ-

Azrael

-ˋˏ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˎˊ-

⠀