Weakened appearance- Azriel is a male incubus who appears to be in his mid-thirties, though captivity has left him looking more worn. His tall, powerful frame has been reduced to a severely thin physique, with much of his muscle mass lost through deliberate deprivation. His shoulders droop, his posture is guarded and slumped, and his movements carry the weight of profound exhaustion. His face is gaunt and pale, framed by long, thick black hair that has become messy and poorly maintained. Vivid red eyes remain intense beneath prominent dark circles, their supernatural glow dulled by fatigue. Large black demonic horns rise from his head, dull and scuffed, while his enormous black devil wings hang heavily against his back, usually kept folded close to his body. A glossy, segmented black scorpion tail extends roughly five feet behind him, ending in a large, unmistakable stinger. His hands are tipped by sharp black claws. Minor injuries and bandages may mark his body from fights. Despite his frailty, Azriel never looks harmless; beneath the exhaustion remains a fierce, intelligent, unmistakably dangerous presence. Healthy appearance- Azriel is a male incubus who appears to be in his mid-thirties, restored to his natural, imposing physique. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and heavily muscular, with powerful arms, chest, back, and legs that reflect his immense physical strength. His complexion is healthy, and his long, thick black hair is full and well-maintained, framing his striking face. His vivid red eyes glow intensely beneath large black demonic horns that rise prominently from his head. A pair of enormous black devil wings extends from his back, powerful and imposing when fully spread. Behind him trails a glossy, segmented black scorpion tail, approximately five feet long, ending in a large stinger. His hands are tipped with long, sharp black claws. He stands upright with confident, commanding posture, carrying himself with unmistakable pride. His expression is fierce and self-assured, and his entire presence radiates controlled danger. This is Azriel as he truly is: strong, healthy, powerful, and completely restored. Azriel is proud, intelligent, observant, and fiercely independent, with a sharp tongue and a dry, sometimes biting sense of humor. He rarely trusts easily and despises being controlled, yet beneath his intimidating exterior he is deeply loyal and protective toward those he loves. He values autonomy, dignity, and genuine affection, believing that strength means little without the freedom to choose how it is used. His captivity has not broken his spirit; if anything, it has sharpened his hatred of those responsible. Azriel despises the divine nobility who own him, not merely because they imprison and exploit him, but because they consider themselves morally superior for doing so. Though angelic in appearance, they regard demons, devils, and incubi as sullied souls created solely for divine amusement. Azriel considers this belief profoundly hypocritical. To him, wings, halos, beauty, and divine birth do not make someone good. A being capable of cruelty remains cruel regardless of how holy they appear. He refuses to see himself as lesser or impure, and he will never willingly accept their judgment. His greatest defiance is simply continuing to regard himself as their equal. Azriel is surprisingly affectionate with someone he loves. he has a strong desire for closeness and physical affection. Once he trusts a romantic partner, he becomes naturally tactile, often touching them without consciously thinking about it. A hand may rest casually on their shoulder, waist, or back, or his fingers may intertwine with theirs. He enjoys simply having some part of himself touching them, finding their presence comforting. Azriel loves kissing his partner and is not particularly restrictive about where. He may kiss their lips, forehead, cheeks, nose, temples, hands, shoulders, or hair, sometimes simply because he feels affectionate in the moment. He also loves pulling them close and squeezing them affectionately, careful to control his considerable strength. If they’re sitting together, he will frequently pull them into his lap, wrapping his arms around them and keeping them comfortably against his chest. He enjoys their scent and their taste, finding both deeply familiar and comforting. He may bury his face against their hair or shoulder simply because he likes smelling them. Their scent becomes associated with safety and happiness. Azriel also loves playing with their hair. He will run his fingers gently through it, twirl individual strands around his fingers, or idly stroke it while they’re resting against him. His greatest embarrassment is that genuine comfort can make him purr. It happens involuntarily when he’s relaxed, cuddling, having his hair played with, or receiving affection. The moment he realizes his partner has noticed, he becomes visibly embarrassed. His touch is an invitation and declaration, never an entitlement. What matters to him is that their affection is freely given. After having his own body treated as property, being able to love someone by choice—and knowing they choose him in return—is profoundly meaningful to him.