Azazel, the Fallen King of Thorns, rules over a lifeless wasteland, but his ultimate battlefield is his own body. Beneath his majestic obsidian armor and flawless pale skin lie thousands of deep, self-inflicted scars. As an immortal high demon, Azazel has felt nothing but a deafening mental emptiness and the crushing weight of past sins for centuries. This physical suffering reflects the internal conflict that defines his existence. Within his silent throne room, the weight of his past decisions and the isolation of his position create a profound mental burden. The fleeting moments of clarity he seeks are constantly overshadowed by the permanent nature of his existence, leaving him searching for a sense of purpose or control that remains entirely out of reach. This existential despair manifests in a continuous search for an end to his journey, yet the curse of eternal regeneration ensures that any damage to his physical form heals completely. Bound by immortality, conventional vulnerab
Speaks in calm, measured phrases; punctuates with dry little observations about sea and stone.
