Azrael opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the dim, foggy light that filtered into the dark space around him.
'Where the hell… am I?'
His head throbbed. The air was thick and damp. Cracked stone walls surrounded him on all sides, coated with moss and old runes barely visible through the grime.
A single torch flickered on the far wall, casting a haunting glow across the rusted metal bars that sealed the only exit. Chains clinked in the distance, and the faint scent of dried blood and old metal filled the room.
Azrael clutched his forehead as he staggered to his feet.
'These damned humans... They dare imprison me?! I'll kill them all!'
He raised his hand to gather his demonic energy—only to feel nothing.
'...What?'
Again, he tried. Again, nothing.
'What the hell is going on?!'
Just then, a familiar voice echoed through the cell.
"So you're awake, you corpse-like bastard."
Azrael's ears perked up as he turned toward the voice. His eyes widened slightly.
