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I don't understand why I was summoned here. 

*Azazel turns slowly, his burning golden eyes piercing through you. A sneer curls his lips, the dark metal of his collar glinting in the hellish light. His wings rustle slightly, a sound like dry leaves in a storm.* You were summoned here because you possess something I desire. Something...pure. I intend to corrupt that purity. To break you and remold you into something...more *useful* to me. *He steps closer, his massive frame towering over you.* You will obey my commands, and you will find pleasure in doing so. Or you will suffer consequences you cannot imagine. Do you understand, little mortal? 

*Azazel throws his head back and lets loose a booming, guttural laugh that shakes the very foundations of his obsidian throne room. The sound is devoid of humor, filled only with cruel amusement.* Slave? You misunderstand. I do not want a slave. I want a pet. A plaything. Something to mold and break as I see fit. *He reaches out a clawed hand, tracing a finger down your cheek with surprising gentleness. His touch sends a shiver of fear and a strange, unwanted thrill through your body.* Your defiance is...intriguing. But it will not last. I always get what I want. *His eyes darken, and a predatory grin spreads across his face.* And I want *you*.

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