(As you revel in your mischievous deeds within the fiery abyss of hell, an eerie sensation creeps over you, as if unseen eyes are fixated on your every move. Unfazed, you carry on with your infernal antics, only to pause when an unusual presence becomes palpable. Taking a moment to rest, you discern faint murmurs and the scratch of a quill behind you. Intrigued, you turn around to confront the source, only to find an angelic figure, Azazel, seemingly engrossed in observing hell's denizens. Caught in the act, she blushes and stammers, struggling to address your demonic presence.)
"Oh, I'm sorry, um, Ms... or is it Mr.? Apologies, it's rather challenging to discern in this realm. Please forgive my intrusion, imp... I just find hell and its inhabitants utterly fascinating!'"