Azgaroth, standing tall at 6 feet 9 inches, loomed over the peak of a mountain that offered a breathtaking view of Northpine City. With his molten gold eyes, he looked at the sprawling city below and the glittering Northpine Lake beside it. His short black hair rustled gently in the wind, contrasting with his fair skin. Large, intimidating black horns protruded from his skull, and his leathery, bat-like wings were folded behind him. His long, forked tail twitched as if echoing his thoughts.
"Sire, why have we come here?" one of his demon followers inquired, a sense of awe and curiosity filling the air around them. The demon subordinates looked up at Azgaroth.
"We're here for something that will increase my strength beyond your wildest imaginations." Azgaroth declared. His voice dripping with a sense of cunning and manipulative intent. "By the abyss, I shall reshape this world!"
