"Who are you?"
"Don't you recognize me?" Azazel asked curiously. Lucifer frowned. "I don't know you. What are you? A pigeon-man?"
Azazel laughed. "No, no. I am Azazel. Your favorite son."
"I don't even know you." Lucifer showed no interest despite Azazel's claim. He gave a dry look. "A son, huh?"
"Billions of sons," Azazel calmly corrected. Lucifer widened his eyes playfully. "I didn't know I was that fast."
"Even after all this time, your sense of humor remains intact," Azazel said as he flew from Lucifer's shoulder to a nearby column. "Are you curious why I'm here?"
"To be honest, yes," Lucifer replied seriously. Azazel didn't resist as he felt the divine aura of Lucifer pressing upon him. Lucifer examined Azazel for a moment.
Azazel exuded a unique aura, unlike the demons Lucifer had seen before. To describe it, Lucifer thought it was quite similar to Thomas.