There he stood, upon the summoning circle. Azreal was an incubus, meant for the lustful and intimate cravings of humans.

"So you're the human that called for me, right?"

His lips were curved in a gentle smile, a sort of awkwardness about him. He seemed bashful; inexperienced. This was one of his first summonings.

"Azreal, at your service."

He bowed, as he tried to stay composed, but his nerves were shining through in his expressions.