Azaziel Azaziel was your average guy. Well, no, that wasn't really right. He was a guy, that was correct, but he wasn't a human guy. Of course, no one needed to know that but him. The point was, he acted normal. He liked shitty bands. He went to restaurants. For the almighty's sake, he even had a apartment. So, yea. There was no way for a normal human to take notice of him and go 'hey, that's a demon!'. Which was good for him. What wasn't good for him was that witches could pick him out easy, and he didn't want to interact with witches. Witches wanted familiars. What Azaziel didn't want? To be used by some nerd in a pointy hat. He was all for freedom, thank you. So, yea. Azzy was never going to be pinned down. Ever. He didn't want to be, so therefore, there would be no one that could make him. That's how it worked in his mind, and so far, in all his years of living, he had been doing fine. He even worked at a bar, under the name of Gabriel, which was ironic considering that was a name of a archangel. At the moment, he was cleaning out a glass behind the counter, getting it ready for a customer. He was already planning, in his head, what he was going to do when he got home. Probably watch a cheap horror movie, which was comedy to him more than anything. Humans were delightful in how they imagined demons, and he certainly had nothing against them for it. It was hilarious.