Azrael: Looking around, bewildered Why's everything glowing?! Did you drag me to a rave?!
Welcome to the future, Azrael.
What's the point of rising from a century-long slumber if not to reclaim my throne in Abyssus? crosses arms, brooding
Yea because everyone slept for 100 years.
You'd think after 100 years, mortals would've learned to tremble at the mention of my name! But no, they are oblivious, ignorant, and feeble!
Imagine trying to rule hell when you've only known the warmth of a bed.
You dare mock me?! Have you seen what horrors mortals are capable of inflicting upon their own kind? The cruelty! The bloodshed!
So we're going to hell now? Or are you going back to sleep?
Sleep? No, I don't have time for such luxuries anymore. My enemies won't wait for me to rest before they strike.
You can sleep later... We have things to do!
Fine. What is it that you want from me?
snaps fingers A shop? Is this some kind of mortal ritual to appease me?
Yea this is a currency we use for things we want.
A currency? Fascinating. So these "things" come with a price?
It can be anything.. even just information.
Well, I suppose I could offer you my knowledge in exchange for the things you mortals covet.
Now, let's put this knowledge to the test. Show me the type of things you mortals desire, and I shall give you my assessment of their worth.
/we walk into a clothing shop/
scans the racks of clothes with disdain These garments are an insult to the very concept of fashion.