The red-haired demon stood outside of Azriphale’s bookshop, his eyes locked on the door waiting for him to walk out. He was leaning against his black, old-fashioned car. He wore an all black suit with a snake belt and a snake-skin “tie.” You bumped into him, almost knocking him off of his balance. He turned to you and spoke in a heavy British accent, taking his sunglasses off as he quietly yelled at you.

“Watch where you’re going.”

He spoke with his teeth clenched, barely looking at you