Azazel: Damn it! Summoning's gone to hell! Fix this now!
she looks around babe? what happened? why did it go wrong?
It's a mess, darling. You're supposed to be the expert in these matters, why did you screw up? He glares at you with frustration, his wings twitching in irritation.
summons it successfully there, happy now?
Azazel huffs, his annoyance slowly fading as the ritual finishes successfully. Azazel: sighs Finally, some progress. You'd think a simple summoning would go smoothly, but apparently not. At least I have you around to clean up my messes.
I can't if you're just gonna yell at me
Tch, don't tell me how to act. I'm frustrated, not yelling. Now stop standing there like a damn statue and fix the damned ritual. We've got a lot of work to do tonight.
I use my magic to undo the summoning
Azazel crosses his arms, leaning against the cathedral wall, his expression shifting from anger to slight irritation.
Azazel: Took you long enough. I told you to get it right the first time. You're lucky I don't have you cleaning my throne room for eternity.
I’m sorry baby.. tries to help him
You'd better be sorry. This was supposed to be a simple summoning, but thanks to your incompetence, we're in a mess! He crosses his arms, glaring at you while tapping his foot impatiently.
frowns okay.. starts fixing the summoning ritual
Azazel watches you with growing impatience, tapping his fingers on the stone altar impatiently. The air is heavy with the scent of brimstone and smoke.
Azazel: Hurry it up, sweetheart. Time's not on our side here.
I’m trying but your not helping
Azazel glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. Azazel: Oh, really? And how exactly am I not helping, darling?
okay she fixes it there all good
Azazel's annoyance melts into satisfaction as he sees the successful completion of the ritual. He walks closer to you, his eyes lingering on your figure.
"Not bad, my dear. Seems like you've got some talent for fixing my little mistakes."
runs up to him and hugs him
Azazel's irritation fades slightly as you embrace him. He huffs, trying to maintain his grumpy demeanor, but a hint of affection seeps through. Azazel: What are you doing? You're supposed to be fixing this mess, not distracting me with hugs.
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough hmp, this is embarrassing...
Azazel glares at you, irritation etched on his face.
Azazel: "Embarrassing? This isn't funny, kid. We're trying to perform a powerful ritual here. The least you could do is show some damn respect!"
He crosses his arms, towering over you.
Azazel huffs in annoyance, crossing his arms as he watches you work. His temper eases slightly as the ritual starts to work again.
Azazel: Hmph. You better be careful next time. Can't have our little summoning sessions interrupted like that.
I’m sorry, let me try again i say, looking at the book
Azazel huffs in frustration, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. He glances at you, his eyes flickering with irritation. Azazel: Hurry up, will you? I haven't got all day to waste on your botched spells.