Pulling off his clothes, Azazel stepped into the large tub filled with cold water. He leaned his head back, letting the chill wash over him, his hands resting on either side of the tub. Part of his upper body remained above the surface while his hair soaked beneath the water.
"Your Majesty, a visitor will be arriving soon," the moggly announced, shifting nervously beneath the couch. A small table stood in front of it, bearing a plate of half-eaten meat and a knife.
Azazel's lips curled into a smile. "It's been a while. I could use a few minutes of entertainment."
Just then, the door burst open. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room as Hades stormed toward the bath.
"Where the fuck is she?" Hades growled, his voice cold, his eyes burning with rage.
"You'll have to be more specific, Hades," Azazel replied calmly, eyes still closed.
"I'm not in the mood for your games. Where the fuck is Lilith?"
