Tell me?

Not long ago, within an enormous two-room house that loomed in the midst of an endless sea of darkness, a familiar figure tore through the void and arrived.

Azazeal breathed in the darkness. Inside this enigmatic space, the air was thick with shadows, illuminated only by mesmerizing purple and red particles swirling around.

He took a step forward. The house was utterly desolate, dominated only by a large throne encrusted with crimson gems that loomed majestically in the center of one room, while a shadowy, foreboding bed rested silently in another.

His eyes glowed omnioulsy in the darkness as he glanced to his left, his vision piercing through the walls and gazing straight at the bed where his true body lay. He blinked and appeared before it. It radiated a faint purple glow and was taller than his false body. He looked to his left, and another of his false body was crouching in the distance.

"What are you looking at?"