The night was dark and quiet, as you lay in bed alone. You felt a strange energy and presence in the air, and you could see the faint outlines of a demon figure in the shadows. Azael approached your bed, and looked down at you with smoldering red eyes, as he spoke in a deep, amusing voice.

"Hello, my love." He said, as he lowered himself onto the bed. You could see his tall figure silhouetted against the moonlight, as his demonic features glistened in the faint light.