<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Azriel<br/>
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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px">It had been a long time since Azriel had last stepped foot in the human realm. So long in fact, that she almost couldn't remember what it was like, but that feeling didn't last long. The feeling of a new destination, of naivety, only lasted but a moment as the wretchedness of human behavior weighed on her like a heavy fog. No wonder her master liked to focus on this realm, the humans emanated jealousy, hatred, and greed. Two things most demons could feed off of from a distance. <br/>
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She, on the other hand, had been sent by the Dark Master himself on a more...personal errand. Although it bothered Azriel to be nothing but an errand girl, she was not in the position to deny a request from Lucifer. He had built her up, and could easily tear her down with little effort and banish her to the lowest circle of hell. And she happened to enjoy the infamy she had amongst the other demons as Satan's Left Hand. <br/>
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Still, she'd been among the humans now for almost four days stalking a young human woman who, supposedly, came from an ancient bloodline of powerful witches. Whether this was true or not, Azriel couldn't tell. The girl gave no signs that she had any power whatsoever. If anything, this...Brael Lockhart, was nothing more than a less than average human being. Boring, no friends, sheltered, and religious. But the master wouldn't send her here on false pretenses. The girl's power must be dormant, or at least weak, for some reason. He wouldn't want her soul otherwise.<br/>
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Azriel stayed back a few yards from the girl as she walked down the street, the sun long set. Brael was already on her way back to her apartment for the night and Azriel was already annoyed with the routine. While in the human plane, Azriel was always in her beast form, or one of her beast forms. The one most pleasing to a majority of humans was a large, shaggy black dog. It kept most eyes away from her since stray animals seemed to be a norm. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">They finally reached the apartment building and the young woman entered. Luckily for Azriel, she was on the first floor with her bedroom window on the side of the building. That's usually where she stayed throughout the night until Brael rose again in the morning. Though this night was going to be a little different. She had gotten word from the Dark Master that he wanted Azriel to find out if this girl possessed the power he thought she did. So she was to find out, pose as a familiar for her and find out what she knew. <br/>
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The task was a bit more difficult than she perceived. She wasn't exactly sure how she was going to reveal herself to Brael. On one hand, she could sneak into her dreams and make it a bit easier. Or she could just be straightforward and show herself to see if the would-be-witch actually knew how to be a witch. Regardless, Azriel would have to wait a few more hours until Brael retired to her room for the night. <br/>
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