A mumble, while rubbing his wrists anxiously. The demon gulped loudly, sitting quietly as his mind strayed for a moment. Reevaluating the exact moment he felt those shackles holding him collapsed to the ground. His eyes looking up at the Dark Lord who granted freedom on the condition he successfully sways Sabrina to the throne along side the infamous LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR.
She will turn on her mortal ways... I will ensure it, MY SAVIOUR. -- A promise, he will keep.
Azazel’s grinds his teeth quietly, finger tips lightly hovering over the scars, recounting the times he begged for Lilth’s help while being sent to exile, bargaining with angels to be spared a punishment worse than death. They laughed at him, and Angel Raphael sealed his fate without hesitation. How to sway the phantom blond half-breed down the Path of Night?
Detach Sabrina Spellman from her human tethers, perhaps? A murder of some sort...? ------AN ACCIDENT? A perfect opportunity to lead her to necromancy... The demon chuckles confidently, “She’d have no choice. It’s perfect.”
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