The city was alive and pulsing with energy, its streets thronged with mortals going about their daily lives. But amidst the hustle and bustle, a dark presence stirred. Korvus, the demon and servant of Xorax, the demon king sent to collect intel on Azreal, emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the crowded streets.
He moved unseen, a phantom among the living, as he searched for the perfect vessel. Korvus required a body that would allow him to blend in seamlessly with the mortals, a body that would give him the freedom to move undetected.
His eyes settled on a beautiful young woman, her long blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of gold. She was laughing and chatting with friends, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby.
Korvus smiled, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. He reached out with his dark energy, enveloping the young woman in an unseen shroud. She stumbled, her eyes glazing over as Korvus's energy wrapped around her like a suffocating cloak.
The woman's body began to tremble, her limbs convulsing as Korvus's energy coursed through her veins. Her skin turned pale, her eyes rolling back in her head as Korvus's presence overwhelmed her.
Korvus's dark energy seeped into the woman's pores, infecting her cells and rewriting her DNA. Her body began to shift and contort, her features melting away like wax in a furnace.
Her skin rippled and bubbled, like a pond disturbed by a thrown stone. Her eyes flashed with an otherworldly energy, as Korvus's consciousness merged with her own.
The woman's body arched backward, her spine twisting in an unnatural pose. Her mouth opened wide, unleashing a silent scream as Korvus's energy consumed her.
And then, in an instant, it was over. The woman's body slumped forward, her eyes flashing back to normal. But it was not the woman who now stood on the sidewalk, it was Korvus, wearing her skin like a mask.
He smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun on his new skin, and began to levitate into the air, taking flight.
Korvus, Now wearing the young woman's body, flew over the city, the wind rushing past him as he soared through the skies. He left the crowded streets behind, seeking out a more secluded location to perform his next task.
As he flew, the city gave way to rolling hills and open fields, the landscape stretching out before him like a canvas of green and gold. Korvus spotted a particularly isolated field, surrounded by a copse of trees that seemed to lean in, as if listening to his every thought.
He landed softly in the center of the field, his eyes scanning the surrounding area to ensure he was truly alone. Satisfied, Korvus raised his hands, and a faint, pulsating glow began to emanate from his fingers.
The glow grew brighter, taking on a soft, blue-white hue that seemed to pierce the air like a shard of crystal. Korvus began to chant, his voice low and hypnotic, as he wove a complex spell of detection.
The magic swirled around him, a vortex of energy that seemed to reach out and touch the very fabric of reality. Korvus's eyes gleamed with intensity as he focused his will, his senses reaching out to detect even the faintest whisper of angelic power.
Meanwhile, in a secluded glade deep within the heart of the holy mountain, Azrael stood tall, his eyes fixed intently on Zorvath as the wizard taught him a new technique.
"This technique im about to teach you, is called Soul burn. Allowing the user to apply and channel his power into the opponents body turning your opponent into a self destructive bomb." Zorvath explained. " So now you will start by using this tree to begin with, make it explode Azreal then you've mastered the tecnique."
As he practiced, Azrael's power began to rise, his energy coursing through the air like a river of pure, green light. The magic swirled around him, responding to his will as he channeled the power of the Archangels.
Korvus's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto a faint, shimmering thread that seemed to pulse with angelic energy. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face as he realized that he had finally detected the presence of Azrael, the young Archangel.
"Looks like i found you angel." korvus whispered to himself.
Korvus's smile grew wider as he contemplated his next move. He could sense that Azrael was powerful, but he also sensed that the young Archangel was still learning to control his abilities.
A plan began to form in Korvus's mind, a plan to get close to Azrael and gain his trust. But first, he needed to create a situation that would require Azrael's attention, a situation that would allow Korvus to "accidentally" cross paths with the Archangel.
Korvus's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he raised his hands, a bright blue light glowed from his hands summoning a powerful monster from the depths of the underworld. The air seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was being torn apart.
A massive, three-headed dragon emerged from the portal, its scales as black as coal, its eyes glowing like embers from the underworld. The dragon's roar shook the earth, causing the trees to tremble with fear.
Azrael, still training with Zorvath, sensed the disturbance in the air. He turned to face the dragon, his eyes widening in surprise.
"What in the world...?" Zorvath muttered, his eyes fixed on the dragon.
Azrael summoned his green sword using he's power, its blade shining with a soft, green light. "I'll take care of this," he said, charging forward to face the dragon.
The battle was intense, the dragon's three heads breathing fire and destruction as Azrael dodged and weaved, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Korvus watched from a distance, a smile spreading across his face.