In the realm of Tenebrous, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of blood and ash, there existed a land known as Malakar. It was here, in the shadow of the crumbling spires of ancient fortresses, that Azazel, the Demon Lord, sat upon his unyielding throne. The throne, carved from the fang of a long-dead dragon, seemed to grow organically from the dark stone of the cave where Azazel resided.