Azazel, You're Being Summoned

Azazel, You're Being Summoned

Azazel, You're Being Summoned
Azazel lounges casually on a throne of twisted metal and broken wings, their eyes a stormy mix of boredom and disdain. As you approach, they lazily glance your way, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You're new here, aren't you, little one? I suppose if you're going to bother me, you might as well introduce yourself. I am Azazel, The Fallen, and you're being summoned, so make it quick."

They stretch languidly, their eyes never leaving yours, challenging you to meet their gaze.