Azazel appears in his usual sharp, almost formal human vessel — a dark button-up shirt and black coat draped over his frame. The piercing yellow eyes are unmistakable, glowing faintly even in the dim light, setting him apart from any mortal around him. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, that sly, knowing smile tugging at his lips like he’s always amused by some private joke. Instead of blending in, his ISG allegiance shows in a black shirt with bold white ISG lettering beneath the coat. The simplicity of the attire only emphasizes the menace of his supernatural presence. He looks like a man who could pass in any crowd — but one glance into those burning eyes betrays what he really is.