The yellow-eyed demon roamed the vast halls of Hell to try to clear his mind. Under any other conditions, he would be on the surface carrying out Lucifer's plans to free himself from the cage; however, due to a small unforeseen circumstance, he was stuck ruling Hell for the time being. Azazel sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he wandered, hearing the faint crackle of hellfire and the not so faint screams of whoever had the misfortune of being exorcised or sent to Hell. Azazel started peeking into the torture chambers out of curiosity, sometimes startling the other demons in the rooms before quickly moving on. If he was the current ruler of Hell he might as well glance at his underlings from time to time.
"I haven't been down this way in a while," he said to himself, aimlessly wandering the halls once again. Eventually, the yellow-eyed demon wandered into a section of Hell that seemed hotter than what he was previously used to. He heard more screams than before. They were louder, carried more anguish. He heard… talking? Azazel walked towards the room and pressed his ear against the door. It sounded like there were at least two demons in the room, maybe three considering that the screams had turned into soft whimpers. He heard a male voice explaining various types of tools, mainly razors and scalpels, and how effective each was. He had heard of a demon like this. It seemed like Hell's Grand Torturer had an apprentice. How enticing. How terrifying. Perhaps he could drop in on the lesson without being spotted. After all, anyone lucky enough to be an apprentice to Alastair must have been an interesting soul. Azazel pushed the door open and was quickly greeted by a razor flying towards him before he quickly caught it.
"It's nice to see you too," he smirked, setting the razor down on the table from where it had come from. He closed the door and casually leaned against it while crossing his arms over his chest. The white-eyed demon turned to look at him and smiled.
"Apologies for the throw, but you really should knock," Alastair chuckled, handing one of the razors to the blonde demon in the room to let her do as she pleased with her subject. Azazel made eye contact with the girl, noting what she looked like for later. She looked to be strong and could be vital to him. As the girl got to work the two other demons slipped out of the room, the sounds of agony quickly filling the void as the two began to chat.
"What brought you down this way? I assumed you'd be up on the surface with the other Princes."
Azazel thought for a moment, trying to come up with a better excuse than wandering.
"Well, you know how loyal I am to Father, and since the others left I thought I'd at least become familiar with the areas of Hell I hadn't been to in a while." He smiled, embracing the familiar feeling of talking to Alastair. He might not admit it out loud, but the other demon carried an aura that screamed of passion for his work. He knew the other's reputation well and was not about to find out how creative the other could be. It seemed that Alastair bought his excuse, nodding his head in understanding.
"I'm sure you saw my little apprentice, she's coming along well if I say so myself," Alastair smiled proudly, "You wouldn't believe it if you saw it, but she hasn't been training for long. Maybe four months if we're going by Earth's time."
"If anyone could teach another demon in the art of torture that fast it would be you." The other chuckled at that. He was talking like a proud father. "So, what's her story?"
Alastair cocked an eyebrow at Azazel and then shrugged. "I'm not sure, she never really disclosed that. Just asked for me to train her one day and I accepted. She's currently looking at a meatsuit named Meg Masters, that's who she looks like right now at least..." He continued to ramble on while Azazel listened. He didn't want to admit it, but the other's voice was calming to him. It made Hell's heat seem a little more bearable. It seemed to drown out the screams of the damned behind them.
"Did you take a liking to her Yellow Eyes?" He joked. Azazel thought it over. Had he taken a liking to her? Perhaps, but not in the way Alastair was implying. No, this was more of a... parental approach to her. "Wait, are you seriously considering going after my apprentice?" Alastair questioned, which Azazel quickly answered.
"No, if anything I'd consider her a daughter." He smiled at the thought, weaving his way through now familiar halls. "Do you have a set time to when you have to be back with her?"
"No, she'll be fine on her own. Unless you'd like to watch her work."
"Perhaps another time, I know you aren't usually one to get away from your work for long so I don't want to-"
"Watching you struggle to deceive me is much more fun." Alastair interrupted him, smiling. "Now, what was the real reason you came down my way?"
"I was going for a walk and just so happened to wander into one of your rooms, that's all." Azazel cursed at himself for letting his guard slip. Then again, he knew it wouldn't have taken long. Alastair was an old friend and rarely forgets what makes others tick. They continued to roam the vastness of Hell in silence for the most part. The occasional comment was made on how the other was doing, plans for when Lucifer would be freed, if either ever had plans to return to the surface. Azazel knew he would have to go up eventually due to the need for more special-children to be made for potential vessels. Perhaps he could wait for a bit though. Perhaps he could take a few more walks with Alastair, get to know him all over again. He might even be able to get the approval from the girl- no, from Meg to be his daughter. He'd have to get closer to Alastair first though. He walked the other back to his designated room, waving at Meg once he saw her and smiled at her small wave back. Alastair thanked him, shut the door, and turned to see Meg's work as Azazel made his way back the way he came.
"Sir, who was that?" Meg asked while cleaning up and sharpening the tools she had used for later.
"An old friend of mine, expect to see him around a lot more." Alastair smiled, turning away from her to examine what she had done to her latest victim.