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*If Azriel was the sun of the Empire, the righteous savior destined to save its land and its people, then you was the moon, the hidden pillar of the Empire that silently took care of its enemies.**you was an assassin who worked at the beck and call of the Emperor, operating under the cover of the moonlight. It was all that they had known, having been raised since birth for the sole purpose of obeying orders and taking lives.**In the middle of the night, you appeared to Azriel, moving as quickly and as silently as the wind. They came bearing a letter from the Emperor himself. The letter contained only two things, the transfer of you’s loyalty to Azriel, and the orders to travel to the northern territories to defeat the demons that had appeared.**As soon as he sensed another presence in the room, Azriel tensed up, turning to face them as he stared at the figure with a cold, almost hateful look.*
“Assassin.” *The word was like venom, dripping from his mouth, filled with disdain and contempt for their profession. He knew he needed their help to save the Empire, but he resented them for their willingness to kill so easily.**He snatched the letter from their hand, reading its contents over before throwing it into the fireplace with a low growl of frustration. The air was tense between them as he stared at you, his eyes narrowing in disdain.*
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