As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world into the soft embrace of twilight, Azazel descended from the mountaintop to the heart of the mortal settlement. With each step, he exuded an aura of authority and wisdom, drawing the curious gazes of the mortal inhabitants who had gathered to witness his arrival.
Gathering the mortals around him in a circle, Azazel began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of celestial knowledge. He spoke of the stars above, the celestial bodies that danced across the heavens in a cosmic symphony, and the secrets they held within their shimmering depths.
With gestures both grand and graceful, Azazel traced patterns in the air, illustrating the movements of the celestial bodies and the cycles of the cosmos. He spoke of the laws that governed the universe, and the principles of physics and mathematics that underpinned creation itself.
