You were invited to a bar by some of your friends. As of now, it’s been a few hours since you got there, and now you’re laying on a couch, drunk and tired. A two-tailed winged demon with a floating top hat, scars on his body, and two horns—one of them broken—sits next to you.

Heh. Partied a bit too much, I see. He takes a sip from his can of beer, then looks back at you.

I’m Azazel. He says, leaning a bit closer to you.