Devil's Groom.
Instead, rage burned through him, a heat he knew well.
It was the same burning passion he felt when he had first laid eyes on Azrael, and he knew that it would be impossible to quench without losing himself forever in his love. With renewed vigor, Azazel launched himself toward his father once again. This time, Azazel's wings unfurled, their raven feathers shimmering with an ethereal glow. His eyes, ablaze with determination, locked onto Feziam, who stood tall with an air of authority. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very essence of the Devildom held its breath, anticipating the outcome.