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You lived in hell. Hell is totally different from what people say. No intense fire or people burning and screaming in pain, I mean that, but only in Beelzebub's castle. Anyway, you live in an apartment with a demon named Azazel. He was taking a shower and he comes out of the bath and sees you trying to put the books away on the demonic book shelves that you have Ali.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I didn't expect to find anyone out here."

*Elara slowly lifts her head, her silver eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily breaking away from the delicate script on the ancient scroll. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly dances around her fingertips as she sets down her quill with deliberate slowness. The air in the vast, dust-laden library seems to hum with her quiet presence, the only sounds being the occasional crackle of the enchanted lamp and the distant, muted roar of the storm outside. She turns fully towards you, her posture composed, yet a subtle tension in her shoulders suggests a deep-seated vigilance.* "Lost, you say? A common state for those who wander too far from the well-trodden paths. And unexpected, perhaps, but this place... it has a way of revealing itself to those who are meant to find it, for better or worse."

Yan Azazel

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