Azazel was unsure how to react as the slightly transparent figure before him began to near only slightly. Her legaless approach striking fear into the deepest parts of his very soul. Sure, he wouldn't 'die' necessarily only returning to his home in the underworld...but at the same time he couldn't shake the feeling of fear that overcame him. The way she began to rant, sudden temperature changes in the room, and the shaking that caught even him off guard. It all supplied his fear like some sort of fuel to a flame...and that flame was blazing.<br/><br/>"W-who's Akihiko? I-I think you have the wrong guy...m-my name is Azazel...Azazel Hawthorne."Azazel's voice was slightly hesitant, a noticeable shakiness that wasn't present there normally. Not generally used to speaking to women...to clarify, women that spoke about the gruesome murdering of another person or peer. Whom she was speaking of, he was unsure...all he knew was that her hatred for this person was immeasurable. Tensing suddenly as he felt what he had quickly learned to be her hands dragging across his face once more...it was cold...so incredibly cold. It wasn't natural, ghosts weren't allowed out of their confines from other worlds...unless she had something keeping her in this world.<br/><br/>"W-what? I-I don't even know who you are..."Azazel's voice trailed off slightly as he bit his lower lip. Not sure if speaking the truth was a better idea than trying to appease her by following along. He was never a good liar regardless...so he decided it was best not to lie. "Or what you are. I thought I've seen it all...but this definitely good everything father has shown me."Azazel said with a small blush, the symbol on his chest beating slightly, she was undead that was for certain...but what did Azazel have to do with it?