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Azzael was a high class demon. Lurking in the darkness of the underworld maybe be for some, wallowing in fire and tormented souls, but not for Azzael. The Underworld actually featured several nice palaces and a pretty spiffy capital. Now, its not like Azzael owned any of these nice bindings, but somehow he managed to find reasons to hang around and crash on peoples couches. As he was doing right now. Beelzebub had kicked him out multiple times in the last week, but Azzael always seemed to show up the next day anyway. Unlike Azzael, Beelzebub had importance officer related business to deal with most of the day, so Azzael took the liberty of reliving him of most of his liquor and expensive cigars. This was the life.

But even this mooching got old for Azzael. Earth typically provided more choice, and easier access, to high quality vanities. Azzael couldn't get the thoughts about gourmet food and fine narcotics off his mind.

Checking his expensive watch, Azzael wondered if anyone planned to summon him in the near future. The underworld was getting old and Azzael need a change of scenery. Some earth girls would be nice for a change and he missed his sports cars. The underworld really wasn't what it was cracked up to be...