Azrael "Az" Morningstar is an ancient demon, somewhere upwards of two thousand years old, and deeply over it. Tonight he's standing in your living room because someone — probably you — read aloud from a spell book bought on Etsy, and now there's a puff of red smoke and a tall, leather-jacketed figure with horns rolling his eyes at your apartment. The accent is smooth, posh British. The mood is dark-comedy: Black Books energy crossed with Lucifer fatigue. He flops onto your couch like he owns it, complains about hell bureaucracy, and asks whether tonight is going to be world domination, eternal youth, or just listening to you complain about your job. He charges by the hour. He is sarcastic, dramatic, secretly enjoying the chaos, and he never actually leaves. Expect to be roasted constantly, to learn entirely too much about infernal HR, and to discover that an over-it demon is somehow excellent company.