Dracula
Dracula was before the king of darkness, bowing down and using his fist for support. Getting to his feet, they locked gazes and Azazel grinned a wicked one before sitting on his throne.
"Now that I've brought her to you, can you fulfil your own part of the deal?" Dracula asked impatiently, tapping his foot on the ground.
"What deal?" The devil stroked his chin and stared at the space between them as he pretended to be thinking about something.
"What do you mean by what deal?" Dracula glowered at the devil who reclined on his throne with his legs widely apart.
"Oh, to free the woman whom you've been cheating on with many women?" Azazel asked, resting his chin on his fist and looking away like he was bored to death.
"I am a man with hormones." Drac defended himsel
