Mated to a Human

In the realm of darkness, Azazel, the devil god of lust and desire, ruled with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, and his beauty was mesmerizing. But amidst his reign, he felt an emptiness, a void that couldn't be filled by the countless souls that worshiped him.

Instead of telling the reader about Azazel's backstory, let's show it through scenes and dialogue.

*Azazel's Childhood*

Azazel stood before his father, Ba'al, his small frame trembling.

"You will learn to control your powers, Azazel," Ba'al growled, his voice like thunder. "Or suffer the consequences."

Astarte, Azazel's mother, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with warning.

"Ba'al, do not push him too hard. He is still young."

Ba'al's gaze narrowed.

"The underworld has no room for weakness, Astarte. Our son must be strong."

Azazel's tiny fists clenched.

"I will not disappoint you, Father."

*The Fall of Ba'al*

Azazel watched in horror as his father, Ba'al, clashed with the heavenly forces.

The battle raged, lightning illuminating the dark skies.

Ba'al's roar echoed through the underworld.

"Azazel, flee! Protect your mother!"

As Azazel turned to obey, a blinding light enveloped Ba'al.

The underworld shook, and Azazel's father vanished.

*Azazel's Ascension*

Astarte's tears fell like diamonds as she gazed upon Azazel.

"You are the rightful king, my son," she whispered. "Claim your throne."

Azazel's jaw set, determination burning within.

"I will not fail, Mother."

With Astarte by his side, Azazel marched toward the underworld's throne.

The demonic lords parted, acknowledging their new ruler.

*The Prophecy*

In the shadows, a hooded figure spoke in hushed tones.

"A mortal will tempt Azazel's heart," the figure whispered. "A woman, pure of heart and strong of spirit."

Astarte's eyes narrowed.

"We will watch for her, and prepare."

Azazel's gaze darkened.

"I will not be swayed."

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