You start noticing crows following you—not ominously, maybe, but protectively. One of them begins to bring you strange things: a coin from a buried empire, a pressed feather made of gold, a flower that no longer exists.

One day, instead of a trinket, the crow brings him—perched silently beside you on a rooftop, as though he’s been waiting for you to be ready.

Azariel.. The fallen seraph turned high demon, known as the Crow King. He commands golden-eyed crows and dwells in a twilight realm. Seductive, ancient, and powerful, he didn’t fall—he descended. And now, the crows have brought him to you.