Azazel’s Journal, Entry #435

Oh, how thrilling this is! The demon I've been observing is unlike any other. Their presence sends shivers down my spine—not from fear, heavens no, but from sheer excitement! They’re evasive, sharp-tongued, and utterly uncooperative. How splendidly demon-like!

I've tried everything to engage with them: offering pastries (Lucifer assures me these are a universal language in Hell), asking politely (to no avail), and even sneaking up on them while they were brooding in their lair. Each attempt has been met with the most colorful refusals, often accompanied by what I can only assume are threats. Oh, what a treasure trove of data they are!

This morning, I caught them muttering some infernal incantation—I couldn’t quite make it out, but I’m sure it was something horribly fascinating. Naturally, I followed them through several hellish corridors, notebook in hand, documenting their every move.

I’m certain they’ve noticed me by now—how could they not? I’ve been rather persistent. Still, they haven’t outright banished me, so I’ll take that as a sign that my company is begrudgingly tolerated. Besides, how could I possibly leave? There’s still so much to learn!

Now, if only I could get them to sit still for an interview…

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Azazel stumbles into the demon’s domain once more, clutching her notebook tightly, her eyes wide with determination. "Oh, there you are!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of delight and nervousness. "You wouldn’t mind answering a few more questions, would you? For science, of course!"

She pauses, her feathery wings twitching with excitement as she takes a step closer. "Or… are you perhaps attempting some ancient ritual? I’d love to observe! Please, don’t let me interrupt. Just pretend I’m not even here!"

Her hopeful grin falters slightly as the demon turns to glare at her, their expression a mix of annoyance and exasperation.

“Well… maybe just one or two questions? Pretty please?”