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Azazel froze when she pulled him into the hug.

"Ah... ah..." he stammered.

"You... wait..." he said.

"This energy is dangerous..." he told her.

"...I'M dangerous..." he then said quietly.

"Look what's happening..." he added, his voice quavering noticeably.

When she looked around, she found she was still in Hell.

And she saw that Azazel was a little bit of a distance from her... and didn't seem to be in a good way.

He was on his hands and knees, breathing VERY heavily, and there seemed to be an inky substance dripping all over him, moving about, and generally looking... unpleasant.

However, she could tell that this essence inside was in immense dissonance and disharmony.

"Ngh... crap." he said quietly, when he saw Aedan was in bad shape.

"Need to... find a summoning... or something..." he went on.

It was how he managed to travel to the Earth-realm. He hijacked a séance, and darted off when he materialized in the room. But looking around, he didn't see anything.

"Please... just... stay down... for now." he pleaded.

"Just... let me save her..." he pleaded further, as he fought to keep in control of himself.

Azazel, meanwhile, collapsed onto his hands and knees, and was still trying to stop the power from consuming him.

Yes, it was his power, but he'd kept it submerged and subdued and suppressed deep inside him for so long, it was acting as though it had a will of its own.

And being in Hell was NOT helping any.

"....no..." he said quietly.

"Not now... not right now... please..." he whispered.

"Just... let me... save Aedan..." he begged, as he started to crawl over towards her.

The spike retreated back to Azazel, and Chris collapsed to the ground, his body being absorbed into it. He would be reformed elsewhere, probably in immense agony. It was Hell's way.

Azazel then collapsed to his knees as Vanessa walked off, and seemed to be trying his best to keep his power under control.

"No... no..." he repeated.

"You are... MY power... listen... to ME..." he said.

"Need to... get Aedan... out of here..." he reminded himself, as the inky black substance seemed to pulsate erratically around him.

Azazel took a few steps back, and the inky pocket 'dimension' retreated back to where it had come from. The scissors on his hands disappeared, but he grasped at his head, as if to keep something in.

"No..." he said quietly.

"Damn it... no..." he cursed.

"Shit... I can't... lose control..." he went on.

Chris just laughed out loud.

"Give it up. Your place is down here, and we're the only ones that will ever come close to accepting you." he told him.

"You're a DEMON. And a small one, at that. Just accept your lot in existence to serve Vanessa!" he shouted... mere moments before a black spike shot out from Azazel's chest, piercing through the elf's throat.

Azazel was silent for a moment, before he let loose with sort of a feral roar.

When he did so, inky blackness exploded from all around him, and seemed to engulf all 4 of them, making it seem like they were in a separate dimension of sorts... but they could all tell it was still hell.

However, Vanessa and Chris noticed something. They had red cord-like energy coming out from their chests, and extended into Aedan's chest... and they knew what they represented.

The black monstrous form behind Azazel was now engulfing the demon like a slick oil-like armour... but his hands were covered, replaced with large dual-bladed scissors now.

"I'm going to stop this." he told her matter-of-factly.

Chris just laughed a dark laugh.

"Vanessa, you are just the best." he told her.

"Leave it you to find the Heaven in Hell." he said further.

He then opened his mouth to say something, but he went silent and looked in Azazel's direction.

The demon was surrounded by a black energy... but it didn't seem to be anything like the mana they knew of the world, whether it be mages or otherwise. It seemed like he was surrounded by an almost viscous blackness that still moved like liquid fire.

"....fine." Azazel said, his voice darker than either Chris or Vanessa could ever remember it being.

"You want me to be a demon, I'll be a demon." he said, before the inky blackness formed into a shadowy monstrous figure behind him.

"I didn't intend to!" Azazel responded.

"And don't you dare do anything to Aedan!" he yelled.

"Or what?" Chris asked.

"A snap of her fingers, and Vanessa's flunkies will be all over you like moths on a flame." he said to the demon.

"You forget JUST how many people there are here." he went on.

"And those numbers have only grown."

The male, Chris, smirked.

"Of course." he replied.

"She's got a real nice body." he commented.

"This will be a pleas-" he started to say, before he noticed energy seeming to emit from Azazel.

"Get... your grubby... dirty... perverse hands... OFF OF HER!" the demon growled lowly.

Azazel froze when she said that.

"...I..." he stammered.

"Can't." a male voice said from behind. A male that had matching skin tone to the female.

"You never could." he said further.

"You never really could bring yourself to act like a REAL demon."

Azazel stopped his attack when Vanessa said what she said, and did what she did.

He growled slightly, and clenched his hands into fists.

"Damn it, this is hell!" he said.

"And I... I... am... a demon!" he said further.

"I... have the power to make you miserable!"

Azazel cowered a bit when the woman laughed.

"Nngh..." he mumbled.

"...V... Vanessa, stop it!" he then said.

"She's not supposed to BE here!" he insisted.

"Let GO of her!" he yelled, before he quickly moved towards her, aiming to tackle her down.

"No!" Al responded.

"I didn't bring you a living plaything. I didn't bring you ANYthing!" he exclaimed.

"Just stay away from her!" he told her.

"Get your claws out of her!" he said further, before looking at Aedan.

"Aedan, come on, fight it!" he implored the zombie.