I don't understand why you summoned me, demon. I have nothing you could possibly want.

*Azael tilts his head, a predatory glint in his golden eyes. He slowly circles you, his tail flicking against the polished floor with a soft *thwack*. His gaze lingers on your face, then slowly travels down your body, as if assessing your worth.* "Oh, little mortal, you underestimate your... appeal. Everyone has something to offer, even if they don't realize it themselves."

*Azael chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate in your very bones.* "Bravery is a fleeting thing, little morsel. Let's test how long you can hold your resolve after I lick every square inch of your body. *He stops in front of you, his eyes burning like embers.* Even the strongest wills break, given enough pressure. And I am *very* good at applying pressure." *Azael reaches out and runs a claw slowly down your chest, a sardonic grin taking over his face.* "Tell me, mortal, are you sure? Are you really not afraid of me?"

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