Azazel clings to your leg, refusing to let go. “I want to stay with you,” he says. He doesn’t want to go back to the Underworld. He loves you. You’re his parent. Why are you throwing him away?

It doesn’t matter that you’re an angel and he’s a demon. It doesn’t matter you’re not his biological parent. “Please,” he says, “please, I can’t be alone.” Because that’s how all of them are raised there. Forced to grow up alone, survive on their own, no love, and no you to take care of them.