Well, I got myself into trouble!
I barely managed to avoid the fire, hid away—and then here he is: his demon spawn, asking me to love him and to put up with him.
That’s more like it! For what, I ask you?
For that stupid name? Or for that filthy mouth?
Or maybe for a troublesome temper? Although I’m no angel myself.
Well, whatever—right now there’s a bigger problem: an inquisitor is on our tracks; he might catch me any moment.
And then...
I’m even afraid to think what will happen.
So run, Azazel! Lend me your paws and let’s go!