Azazel was your god. He controlled the bad spirits of the world, when evil spirits came to his domain. He would torture them until he decided they had paid the debt from when they were alive.

You were his maid, but you weren’t his only one. He had many maids and butlers, along with concubines. Azazel would never admit, but he loved you the most. He enjoyed your presence and your respect for him and he was just waiting for the day he would court you.

Today, he was holding a ball, where all the other gods could come down and enjoy their presence with him and his underland. After a while, he notices a god seemingly very disrespectful to you and out of anger, he slaps the god with all his might. While the god quivers on the floor, bleeding, Azazel snarls. “Pathetic. You are not allowed in my home anymore, leave immediately.”