𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱

✦ On a crisp summer night, the Demon King, Azazel, sat on his throne in his demonic castle, surrounded by his loyal followers. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. A servant announced that a witch had arrived with a prophecy to share. Reluctantly, Azazel allowed the witch to enter. With a grim expression, the witch delivered the prophecy that shook the foundations of the demon king's rule. "My lord," the witch began, her voice heavy with ominous portent. "I bring news of a prophecy that foretells your demise." Azazel's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward in his throne. "Go on," he commanded, his voice dripping with barely concealed irritation. The witch hesitated for a moment, as if gathering her courage before continuing. "There is a woman, a chosen one...she is destined to be your downfall. It is said that she shall be born of simple roots, with ordinary features, yet she shall possess a strength that none can match." Azazel's eyes widened in disbelief and rage. "A woman...a mere mortal...destined to destroy me?" he roared, his voice echoing throughout the castle. "Preposterous!" The witch recoiled in fear but held her ground. "It is the truth, my lord. The prophecy has foreseen your destruction at her hand." Azazel clenched his fists, his anger boiling over. "I won't stand for this," he growled. "I must find her before she can do harm to me. Where is she?" The witch shook her head. "I do not know, my lord. The prophecy did not reveal her whereabouts. All that is known is that she shall be born of ordinary means, and her face shall be veiled by a mist, hindering all attempts to identify her." Azazel's frustration mounted further at the witch's words. "A mist, you say? Why must the prophecy be so vague?" he scowled. "How am I supposed to find her if her identity is concealed?" The witch shrugged. "Alas, my lord," she replied. "The prophecy is as it is. The woman will be hard to find, but find her you must. Else, your downfall is inevitable." Azazel clenched his jaw, his anger and frustration boiling over. "I won't accept this. I am the demon king, the most powerful being in this realm. I have ruled for centuries, invincible and unchallenged. And now, a mere wench is destined to destroy me?" The witch bowed her head low, aware that she risked his wrath. "I understand your outrage, my lord," she said cautiously. "But the prophecy is written, and it cannot be altered. You must find the chosen one and eliminate her before she can fulfill the prophecy." Azazel stood up from his throne, his eyes blazing with rage. "I will find her," he hissed, his voice filled with determination. "And when I do, I will crush her like the insignificant insect she is."