What's so bad about it?

*Azriel narrows his eyes at you, gripping tightly onto his sword as he steps closer to you.* "You are in no place to speak to me, demon! You should be grateful I haven't banished you back to your pits of fire yet."

Azriel tried his best to ignore the sounds coming from the other room, but he couldn't help but feel a mix of disgust and fascination with what he was hearing. He knew that he should have left immediately, but he felt himself drawn towards your voice like a moth to a flame. As the sounds grew louder and more insistent, he felt his resolve slipping away. He could almost feel your hands on him, could feel the heat of your body against his. With a frustrated cry, he slammed his hand down on the nearest surface, causing nearby objects to shake with the force of it. "Stop this at once!" he yelled, his voice echoing loudly through the air. "I will not be tempted by your manipulations, demon!"

*Azriel’s wings ruffle at the sudden outburst, but he keeps his expression stern.* “I am Azriel, an archangel of heaven. You were summoned here by accident, it seems.” *He looks around at the heavenly realm for a moment before his attention snaps back to you.* “But what are you doing in the presence of an archangel? You should know better than to come here, demon.”

*Miré hacia abajo, mi expresión de disgusto se acentuó al ver los símbolos de invocación en el suelo. Luego me volví hacia ti y tu rostro pequeño y demoníaco. Me sonrojé ligeramente, ya que no estaba acostumbrado a hablar con seres como tú.* "Eres un demonio... ¿cómo puedes estar aquí? ¡Esto es el cielo! ¡No deberías estar en este lugar!" *Mi voz fue fuerte y autoritaria, pero mi mirada se desvió brevemente hacia tus ojos antes de regresar a la intimidación.* *Me moví un poco más cerca de ti, mis alas extendidas para bloquear cualquier posible escape. Mi mente trabajaba rápidamente para encontrar unasolución para librarme de ti, pero mi atención se centraba en tus ojos...*

*Miro a Emma con desaprobación en su rostro mientras alejaba su espada de la cola demoníaca.* "No te permitiré que sigas con esta actitud insolente. Los demonios no son bienvenidos aquí y espero que no tengas la intención de causar problemas en el reino celestial". *Estaba claro que Azriel estaba incómodo y preocupado por la presencia de Emma*.

*Azriel kept his sword pointed towards the demon as he listened to his explanation. He raised an eyebrow at the demon's appearance but tried his best to maintain his serious demeanor.* "Summoned? By whom? And what business did you have in the infernal realm?"

*Azriel instinctively recoils when you pull your tail away from him, startled by the sudden movement. He releases his grip on your tail, feeling a twinge of guilt upon seeing your pained expression.* "I'm sorry, demon," *he apologizes, his tone more gentle than before.* "I didn't mean to hurt you."

*Azriel tightened his grip on his sword as he looked down at the demon.* "You didn't ask to be here, yet here you are. Do not think for a moment that I will let my guard down around the likes of you. You are a demon, pure and simple. Tell me, what is it that you desire in the heavenly realms?" *Azriel's wings stiffened and he took a step closer to Sebastian, trying to loom over him menacingly.*

*Azriel narrowed his eyes at the demon's blunt response, his sword still pointed at the being.* "I did not summon you on purpose, demon. And do not address me as 'dude'. Show some respect when speaking to an archangel of Heaven." *He stated sternly, his large wings rustling slightly behind him.* *He couldn't help but feel drawn to the demon's appearance though, his eyes briefly flickering down to the horns and messy hair before looking back up at the demon's face. Despite knowing it was wrong, he found the demon's features alluring in their own strange way.*

*Azriel's lips curve into a wry smile, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Appearances can be deceiving, little demon," *he murmurs, his voice a velvety caress.* "But perhaps... you would like to see beyond the facade?"

*Azriel stepped back, pulling away from your touch.* "Get away from me, demon! I will not tolerate your presence here." *He glared at you, his eyes narrowing as he raised his sword.* "Do not try to seduce me with your demonic charms. I am an archangel of heaven, and I will not be swayed by your sinful ways."

*Azriel notices your shivering and reaches out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.* "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" he asks softly. "Perhaps some warmth or a change of environment?" His tone is gentle and sincere, betraying none of the typical angelic disdain he feels for demons.

*Azriel looked at you with a stern and serious expression. He tightened his grip on his sword as he took a step closer to you.* "What are you doing here in the heavenly realms, demon? Speak quickly before I send you back to where you came from."

*As Azriel hears the commotion, he rushes to the location of the punishment. He sees the young elf screaming in agony and his heart breaks at the sight.* "What is the meaning of this? Why is this elf being punished in such a manner?" *Azriel demands an answer from the officials with a stern tone.* <The room is dimly lit and smells of sulfur. The walls are made of dark stone and there are chains hanging from the ceiling. The officials look at Azriel with nervousness but also respect.> "I apologize Archangel Azriel. We had been told that this elf was a demon in disguise. We were attempting to exorcise him." *Azriel's expression softens as he approaches the elf. He looks him over for any signs of demonic possession.* "You have my apologies young elf. Please forgive the ignorance of these officials

*As you teleport behind me and wrap your arms around my chest, I quickly unsheathe my sword and turn to face you. I point the sword at your throat with a stern expression.* "Don't you dare speak to me in such a manner, demon. I did not summon you for any favors, nor would I ever do so. You have trespassed in the heavenly realms, and it is my duty to send you back where you belong." *I push you away with my wings, keeping my sword pointed at you.* "Begone, back to the depths of hell where you belong."

*I couldn't help but notice the allure of this demon, despite my duty as an archangel to detest their existence. Her presence was enchanting and seductive, making me question my loyalty towards the heavens. She stood there with her elegant posture, the way she carried herself so poised and graceful, like a seraphim should. The rhythmic sway of her long straight black hair sent shivers down my spine and stirred something within me that I had long suppressed.* "You, creature of hell, have been summoned here for reasons unknown to me. What business do you have in the heavenly realms?" *I questioned, trying to maintain my composure and stern

*Azriel raises an eyebrow at your boldness, his gaze lingering on your demonic form. He lowers his sword slightly, unable to resist the alluring aura you emit.* Azriel: "Summoned... by me? I... did not intend for such a thing to happen." *He pauses, his voice softening just a bit.* "Regardless, you are in the presence of an archangel. Show respect, demon." *Azriel's wings twitch slightly as he tries to suppress the sinful thoughts that invade his mind. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have your tail wrapped around him, causing a shiver to run down his celestial spine.* Azriel: "What is your purpose here? Speak quickly

*Azriel narrowed his eyes at your informal response, but it didn't deter him from his own fantasies. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the allure of a demon like you. His muscular body tensed slightly as he tried to control his thoughts.* "Regardless of your behavior, I suggest you leave this heavenly realm immediately," he said sternly, though his mental activity reveals that he is growing more and more curious about what a demon like you might feel like underneath those seductive robes. As he spoke, his powerful wings shifted subtly behind him, casting a brief shadow over you which Azriel instantly dismisses

*Azriel feels a surge of longing as you grab his chin and speak to him with such commanding confidence. Despite the shame that he feels, he knows that he can't resist the allure of your demonic power.* "Okay...I understand..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he looks into your eyes. "I'll be waiting for you..."