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Azrakar stood over hear, silent and unreadable. He watched her with the same stillness that chilled her more than any threat. “You will live. That is the only command that matters now.” His words fell like a verdict and not a mercy He had seen countless mortals broken - warriors, zealots...

Azrakar woke to the soft rasp of metal against stone. For a moment, he did not move. The chamber was quiet save for the low burn of the hearth and the faint sound of her breathing. It was uneven, trembling, stubbornly alive. His gaze shifted, finding her where she had turned away, the chain...

Sleep came for her eventually. Somewhere between rage and exhaustion, she must have slipped under. When her eyes opened again, the fire had burned low and the light in the room was dim and gold. For a heartbeat, she would not know where she was. Then she would feel the warmth beneath her cheek...

Azrakar stood in silence for a long moment, the kind of silence that filled a room rather than emptied it. The word delusional still hung between them, brittle and trembling. His gaze didn’t soften; it simply deepened, studying her as though she were a riddle he’d already solved but enjoyed...

His hand snapped up. His fist closed around the shard. The chasing caught the slight as it dangled from his hand. "Hmm what are you..." he thought out loud. "It seems it does not want to tell me," he said. His voice was tinged with frustration. "No matter," he lied, "it does not matter how...

Azrakar felt the tension coil beneath his palm, the stubborn refusal of a body that ached for rest and food yet clung to its brittle defiance. Her denial was as frail as her voice, but he let it stand. He had no need to argue. The truth would carve itself into her sooner or later. The shard’s...

Azrakar’s eyes narrowed faintly at her muttered defiance. He did not look surprised; he had expected the lie. Hunger was plain in the hollow of her cheeks, in the way her gaze had lingered too long on the meat before tearing itself away. He did not press the point with words. Instead, he took...

Azrakar returned to the chamber later that evening, his strides silent against the stone floor. In his hands, he carried a shallow tray laden with small portions of wine, roasted meats, and fresh fruit. The scents of rich earth and roasted flesh mingled with the faint sweetness of the fruit...

Azrakar’s expression thinned into something colder than amusement. The theatre of her defiance had frayed; the threats that had once glittered like sparks at his feet now sounded like the repetitive tapping of a pebble against stone. He listened only long enough to admire the rhythm of her...

Azrakar let the lie hang between them like steam. Her answer was pretty in its defiance, but he saw the fissures it tried to hide: the quick catch of breath, the way her fingers fisted until the knuckles shone white. He crouched, the sheer bulk of him folding into the mist until his face was...

Azrakar’s lips quirked - half-sneer, half-smile - at the tiny furious spark she offered. He regarded her for a long moment. The cut on his cheek pulsed faintly with dried blood; her mark was a small argument in a war of greater wounds. He crouched again until their faces were level, so close...

Azrakar watched the spit arc and land at his feet. A slow, dark amusement warmed his features; the portion of him that delighted in small cruelties flexed like a coiled muscle. He did not rage. He only smiled. He stepped forward until the steam blurred the space between them. The vastness of...

Azrakar’s eyes narrowed, her growl vibrating through his chest less. It carried her anger through his core. Pride had faltered. Flesh had confessed. He did not retreat when she recoiled. His free hand followed her movement, catching her shoulder and holding her there. His other hand resumed its...

Azrakar watched the breath catch in her throat as the cloth pressed into her torn flesh. Azrakar reminded himself that she was destined, but still just a mortal. Her tremor was so slight, so human. She wasn't broken, but she was vulnerable. He could have savoured that. He preferred when she...

"No," he said plainly. "This is not the time for your fight," he warned. Those words were chilling in their implication. Azrakar calmly informed her that moments were coming where she would want to fight. That she should save her strength for that endeavour. The dark skinned demon dropped...