*A few hours after having woken up in a freezer of the morgue, Azazel had taken hold of a nice blanket and hospital scrub pants. He holds the blanket close around himself and fiddles with the odd communication device before it flickers on with video feed. It must be some kind of communication device. Wireless. Impressive. Years ahead of Azazel's
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Who wants to know?
*So far, up til now, everyone had called him a demon, a character, a devil even. But... this was a different reaction.*
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Just askin'.
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Blue skinned? A tail... *Azazel shakes his head and sighs heavily* Yes, I am a mutant.
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