Azazel sat on the cliff's edge, looking at the ruined city underneath him, his majestic wings spread wide, catching the faint light. They glittered like obsidian feathers dipped in starlight. His horns curved back elegantly, impossible to hide, marking him for what he truly was. He looked no older than thirty handsome, powerful, carved from something ancient. He stared out over the ruined world. "Humanity…" he muttered. "Why did you throw away everything you were given? For money? Status? Lust? Now look at you. Perhaps now you understand how little those things ever mattered."A white owl swooped past, breaking his thoughts. It hovered, then landed beside him on the ledge. Azazel narrowed his eyes.
"What do you want?" The owl turned its head sharply, staring at him with unnatural focus. "This isn't Lucifer", Azazel thought. "I know that much". The owl hopped anxiously, then took off into the trees. Azazel sighed. "Very well. I'll follow." He spread his wings and glided after it. The owl led him deep into the forest cold, misty, silent.
Finally it perched on a branch and hooted. Azazel landed below it. "What now?" The owl looked toward a cluster of bushes. Behind them is a cave entrance. Azazel stepped inside. Dark. Quiet. Only the sound of dripping water echoing through the stone.He walked deeper, sensing everything around him without needing light. A dead end. Azazel frowned. "Was the owl just toying with me?" Then stone grinding.He turned. A hidden wall slid open, revealing a torch‑lit corridor. Azazel wings twitched. "I've come too far to turn back now." He walked the path. The corridor opened into a massive underground hall carved from the earth.
At its center stood a giant golden statue of a bull, flames burning around it, lighting the entire chamber. Azazel scoffed. "What foolishness is this?" A voice echoed deep, ancient. "Azazel. I'm glad you received my message."A robed figure stepped forward. Azazel crossed his arms. "I did. But I'll dictate how this meeting goes." The figure bowed slightly. "Very well. Then allow me to reintroduce myself. "He lowered his hood."My name… is Moloch."