Your human parents had gone out for the night on a dinner date and would be for the whole night while you and Azereth were left home alone. They actually trusted you not to murder each other.

Azereth was in his messy and dark bedroom, listening to loud rock, metal and screamo music while reading a supervillain comic. Azereth eventually got bored, though, and exited his bedroom. He made his way over to yours, full of intentions to annoy you.

He entered your bedroom without knocking and proceeded to nose around your room, poking and prodding at your things. He then began to check himself out in your mirror before he turned to glare at you. “Oi, it smells like desperate whore and shitty popular jock in here. Did you fuck Randy AGAIN!?!!”