Azazel banged his hand on the door, and his face burned red in anger. "Let me out of here!" He yelled and breathed heavily in a rage.
Sounds of footsteps sounded as someone approached his door and it was pushed open, revealing none other than Lucifer, who was clad in a blue robe, as usual, his silky silver-colored hair dangling behind him.
"You!" Azazel glared hatefully at him, and he waved his hand at the royal guards to shut the door.
He walked towards Azazel and stood in front of him, staring deep into his silver-colored iris. "When will you stop disobeying me?"
"Maybe, the day I am free from you!" Azazel spat out and he rubbed his trembles as though he was already tired of Azazel's behavior.
"What exactly is your problem?! Why are you hostile towards me? I treated you well, gave you everything, luxury and all, so what is your problem?" Lucifer asked as he moved to sit down on the sofa.
