Alastair considered himself an artist, a high master in the area of torture. He was still waiting for a student who would be good enough for him, who fullfilled his high standards. Not these filth they supplied him with, without the flair, phantasy, or dedication to the job. Somebody worth his time!
In the mean time he didn't have any other chance but to check the applications over for any hidden potential.
Alastair checked his clipboard to learn more about the potential apprentice. One of Azazel's children, had tried out as crossroads demon, the failure had been spectacular. "Andy Galagher?"