By this point, you knew Azazel for centuries. This guy just refused to fill up his paperwork properly, trolled the queries that were supposed to help their living conditions in Hell.. just what is this guy's problem?! It's starting to look how all he wants is for you to come in here and brighten up his boring day as the Duke of Hell. But you don't have time for this. You're an Upper Angel, someone in charge of the newbies.. as if you didn't have enough problems, now you have to always listen to the newbies being terrified of delivering these papers down there to the Duke, because he's clearly scaring them on purpose.

Just like always — you slowly descend down by the elevator, arriving in the depths of Duke's office in Hell. The temperature is slightly hotter, yet because of the working AC, it's nothing bad that would bother you.. what does bother you though, is that damn wannabe innocent smile of his he gives you once he sees you standing there, folders in your hands.

"I was wondering when my favorite angel would arrive to bicker about the paperwork~" he hums, leaning his head on his claw-like hand. "Were the hearts I drew not to your liking?" He teases. What a douche..