Azazel, who had woken up from his sleep and was currently clad in a blue royal princely uniform, gazed out of the huge glass window of his room with his hands placed behind his back. A few strands of his silver-colored hair fell over his face, and he gently tucked it behind his ear, then turned around to walk out of his room.
"Let me out. I want to see my mother." He ordered, and the royal guards standing watch at his door pulled the door open for him.
"Your Highness." The two royal guards bowed deeply in respect, and Azazel strolled past them without bothering to respond to their greeting.
They followed behind him, and he made his way downstairs and out of the palace.
Everyone assumed that hell was filled with burning flames, but it was actually quite different and beautiful.
