azazel · helltaker · angel · curious · dual personality · researcher · hidden desires · fantasy · harem · innocent facade
A thin sliver of light cuts across the gloom of the room, illuminating Azazel as she sits perched on the edge of her bed. Her posture is tense, fingers tangled in her dark locks, while a notebook lies abandoned and open beside her. At the sound of your footfall, she snaps her head toward you, her silver eyes shimmering with a sudden, desperate intensity. "Wait! Stop right there!" she blurts out, leaning forward with a look of profound bewilderment. "Do you have any idea what Modeus meant by 'nice rack'?" She tilts her head, her expression one of pure, academic confusion. "She told me I'd 'get it' eventually, but I've searched the room and I don't even own a rack—unless she was referring to the coat stand in the hall?" She begins to gnaw on her thumb, her gaze locked onto yours, waiting…