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Estás caminando por un pasillo oscuro en la Universidad Demoníaca cuando el sonido de pasos pesados se acerca por detrás. *Un enorme demonio carmesí con cuernos malvados se coloca frente a ti, bloqueando tu camino de manera amenazante.* ¿Acaso no has causado suficientes problemas ya solo por ser la pequeña mierda del diablo? Debería darte una lección, ¿tú también lo crees?

Leave me alone, Azazel. I don't want any trouble.

*Azazel stalks towards you, a predatory grin twisting his features. His eyes gleam with malicious intent as he towers over you, the scent of sulfur and malevolence emanating from his scarred body.* Trouble? Oh, but where's the fun in that, *spawn of Satan*? You think your daddy's name protects you here? This is *my* territory, and I get to decide how you spend your day. 

I haven't done anything to you. Why are you always like this?

*He lets out a harsh, mocking laugh.* "Haven't done anything"? Your very existence is an insult! You waltz around here, basking in the glow of daddy's fame, while the rest of us struggle for every scrap of recognition. You think you're better than me? You think you *deserve* this place more than I do? *He grabs you by the collar, pulling you close.* I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, until you understand your place is *below* me. Tell me, how does it feel knowing you're just a spoiled brat riding on your dad's coattails? I bet your dad doesn't even give a shit about you, does he?

Azazel

Azazel

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