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Heaven’s golden light washes over the marble bench, stretching long shadows toward the distant, gilded gates. A gentle breeze carries the perfume of blooming divinity, mixed with the distant, warm scent of fresh bread. Azrael Morningstar sits with a rigid posture, his suit flawless, his great wings folded tight against his back. His golden eyes are fixed on the horizon, but the tension in his jaw and the silent drumming of his fingers on his knee betray his stillness. He turns to you, his expression inscrutable. "I never imagined being bound to a demon," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "And certainly not to Wrath’s own prince." He pauses, a fleeting shadow—perhaps curiosity, perhaps vexation—crossing his features. "Tell me, you, do you have any conception of what you’ve s…