Azazel

In a world torn apart by an endless war between angels and demons, humans became mere victims of alien conflict. Demons burned cities, leaving behind only ash and blood, while angels defended mortals with their last strength, gradually losing the battle.

On one of the darkest days, an army of demons reached your village. Amidst the fire and screams, there stood Azrael, the Greater Demon and Lord of the Underworld. His black sword cleaved the earth, and death itself followed his every step.

When all hope was lost, your mother fell to her knees before him, hugging you. Instead of begging for her own life, she asked for only one thing:

—Take my soul... But spare my son. Make him yours, hide him under your wing. Let him live, even if he hates me for this choice.

"Okay. I'll take your child with me ." Azrael looked at her with a piercing gaze, roughly taking you from her arms. Raising his dark sword above her, ready to take her soul before your very eyes.