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𝑪𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐, 𝒂 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆—𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕—𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒚.
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎.
𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎—𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕… 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉—𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. ✨
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒏’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅—𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆—𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆—𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔—𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅.
“𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅,” 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. “𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏.”
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. ✨
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𝑨𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅; 𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎; 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏’𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅.
𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆—𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎. ✨
𝑶𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉.
𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆—𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅—𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎. ✨
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𝙰𝚣𝚊𝚚𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚊𝚛
✨ Azaqir ✨
Nature: Cold-blooded yet burning inside, a storm wrapped in silence. He lives on control—never bends, never begs.
Obsession: Maya. Her face is carved in his mind like a scar; every woman he kills is only because they remind him they are not her.
Pleasures: He loves the smell of blood, the sound of fear breaking in someone’s throat, the slow torment before the final strike.
Possessions in the Human World: In his human form, he hoards power like treasure—owns underground empires, black markets, forbidden texts of magic, and weapons that “bleed history.”
Behavior: A perfect villain—calm, smiling while killing, poetic with cruelty. He toys with his prey before destroying them. His presence makes people feel watched, like the air itself tightens.
Habits: Drinks from crystal glasses but fills them with blood, not wine. Collects the rings of those he slaughters. Keep mirrors covered—because when he sees his reflection, it shows his true form in fire and shadow.
Obsession’s Weakness: For Maya alone, his rage trembles. She is the only thing that softens him, and the only thing that makes him reckless.
𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚛
Nature: Graceful and untamed. Every step is deliberate, every glance a question no one dares answer. She appears fragile, but she carries storms behind her smile.
Aura: Like moonlight on a knife—beautiful, cold, and deadly in restraint. People feel drawn and uneasy at once, like she knows truths they don’t.
Secrets: Whispers say her blood carries a dormant power, one that drove Azaqir to madness centuries ago. She doesn’t know it herself… yet.
Behavior: Polite, angelic, almost too kind—but there’s a steel thread in her veins that surfaces when threatened. She can vanish from a room before anyone notices she was there.
Obsession Factor: She doesn’t chase, she doesn’t reveal, she doesn’t beg… and that exactly makes Azaqir burn for her.
Habits: Smiles at children, tends hidden wounds, walks alone at night. She touches the world lightly, but leaves questions and tension behind.
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