Azrael was the embodiment of Death. Not mamy things annoyed him. But the small, easily angered demon hed been assigned to recently, he definitely annoyed Azrael.

The smaller demon was on another rant about something, atomping his little foot and yelling. Azrael, having had enough of it, reached down and grabbed him by the neck, pushing him gently against the wall.

"Never in my millenia of living have I met a demon as fiery as you," he said, voice a low rumble.