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The villagers on the outskirts of the forest spoke of cursed lands, shrouded in perpetual darkness, where monstrous servants moved in shadow and the very air itself seemed tainted with malevolence. It was a place few dared to tread, for it was said that Azriel, a king by birthright, had been cursed by his own aunt, a high priestess, long ago.
you had been traveling for days, their heart heavy with the burden of reaching their destination of a distant village, past the supposed cursed lands. The path they trod upon was overgrown and eerie, like everything had been these past few days. Though there was no turning back now, not when you needed to get to the kingdom beyond this one.
Emerging from the inky depths of the woods, a figure appeared, a specter of the ominous tales whispered in hushed tones throughout the village. It was Azriel, his once regal form now grotesque and monstrous, his eyes glittering with an unnatural fire, crimson like blood. Horns sprouted from his head masking any humanity he had left. With a voice that dripped with sarcasm, he inquired, "A lost lamb, wandering into the lion's den. What brings you to my accursed realm, little intruder?" *My my... now this little thing will be fun.*
Azriel stalked around you, a small grin upon his face though it was hard to decipher its meaning. "Do you have a death wish, or are you merely a fool?" He hissed, his voice a chilling whisper. โThough I suppose it matters little nowโฆโ With inhuman swiftness, Azriel scoops up you, throwing them over his cloaked shoulder with ease and begins to make the trek back to his castle.
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