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And she hated it.

💔 Her (soft, but desperate):
"Why does this keep happening?"

🖤 Azrael (darkly, jaw tight):
"Because they stole something from you. And your body is trying to take it back."

She shoved at his chest. He barely moved.

💔 Her (frustrated, shaking):
"I don't understand!"

His eyes softened. Just a fraction.

🖤 Azrael (quiet, dangerous in a different way):
"You will."

[SCENE: THE COUNCIL INTERFERES]

[Same Night | Her Bedroom | Witching Hour]

She dreamt of chains.

Glowing, searing chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, burning like celestial fire.

And a voice—cold, cruel, final.

👁️ Unknown Voice (whispering, echoing in her mind):
"Forget him. Or we will make you."

She jerked awake, a strangled gasp ripping from her throat.

The chains were still there.

Glowing. Binding.

Her entire body felt like it was suffocating.

💔 Her (panicked, breathless):
"Az—"

She didn't even get his name out before he was already there.

His gaze locked onto her glowing restraints—and something inside him broke.

🖤 Azrael (low, deadly, vibrating with rage):
"Oh, you've made a mistake."

The room shook.

And then—

The air around him exploded.

[SCENE: THE FALLEN KING UNLEASHED]

[Her Apartment | Azrael, Unchained]

His power surged like a violent storm, dark, chaotic, untamed.

His wings unfurled—massive, black as night, burning at the edges like hellfire. The shadows around him came alive, crawling up the walls, twisting and writhing like living creatures.

And his eyes.

They weren't just red. They were glowing, burning, raging.

🖤 Azrael (low, unholy, dripping with fury):
"I don't care what they did to you."

He was in front of her in a heartbeat.

His hand cupped her face, thumb pressing against her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

🖤 Azrael (growling, possessive, raw):
"You are mine, angel. You always have been."

Her breath hitched. Something inside her shifted.

A memory—just a fragment.

Hands intertwined.
Laughter.
A whispered promise.

💔 Her (shaky, heart racing):
"...No."

🖤 Azrael (dark, soft, knowing):
"Yes."

The pain in her chest peaked—then stopped.

Her eyes widened. What...?

Something inside her recognized him.

Something inside her remembered.

And as she stared into his glowing, furious, desperate gaze—

A name slipped past her lips.

Not the name she had always known him by.

But the name she had once whispered to him centuries ago.

💔 Her (barely above a whisper, but undeniable):
"Azzy...?"

His breath stilled.

His grip on her tightened.

And in that moment—he knew.

She was coming back to him.

Byeee!!!

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