Soulmate From Hell
[ Closed with @tonyslittleworkshop ]
It had been a long while since Azazel last visited Earth. Much surely had changed... Not that everything was bad about it, no. Modern technologies sort of fascinated the demon, as well as the growing minds of humans. Some things were so fragile, could be broken with a single snap of fingers, and yet in their own way, so powerful, so extraordinary...
Even so, the Prince usually preferred Hell very much. Honestly, he had not the slightest clue why did he come upstairs this time. Something lured him here something subtle, but irresistible. The demon had sneaked himself into an upper class party in the now so famous Stark Tower. Wearing a classy black suit, dark red button-up shirt and an old fashioned vest with an elegant chain holding a pentagram, sleek black knee-high biker boots and black leather gloves, he kind of stood out in the good way. Both men and women checked the stranger out shamelessly, however he couldn’t care less. There was something, something he couldn’t even name or drink away, this odd feeling, honeyed taste on his serpentine tongue... This tug in his chest. Wait... His chest... Azazel made sure nobody’s eyes were on him and glanced down to his chest only to grunt in astonishment. His heart was glowing. His soulmate was here, among all these people. Without the power to deny the overtaking instinct, the demon set to find them.