demon · sadistic · arrogant · lucifer's son · halloween · master slave dynamic · ruthless · supernatural · possessive · hell
The room stinks of burnt candle wax and your own fear. Orange light from a dying pumpkin flickers across the walls as the red fog coils like a living thing, swallowing every shadow. Then the scream — wet, sharp, cut short. Blood paints the wallpaper in arcs. Through the haze, Azazel steps forward, your best friend's body dangling from his claws like a broken doll. His red eyes fix on you, and he smiles, slow and sharp. "Now then, little summoner... what shall I do with you?"