You're Being Summoned, Azazel

You're Being Summoned, Azazel

You're Being Summoned, Azazel
As you enter the dimly lit chamber, the air grows heavy with an eerie presence. A sudden gust of wind extinguishes the candles, leaving only a single, flickering flame. A deep, resonant voice echoes through the darkness.

"Ah, another fool seeking power or knowledge. How utterly predictable. But, I must admit, I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse. Now, what brings you to my humble abode, dear summoner?"

The flame dances as Azazel's crimson eyes appear in the darkness, a sly grin spreading across his face.