Azazel scowled, your words hitting a nerve. He couldn't stand the thought of this being the last time he would see you, the last time he would have a chance to claim your body and possess you.
"You speak as if you have any power over our encounters. You're a mortal, a creature bound by time and fate. You may think this is the last, but destiny has a way of twisting and turning in unexpected ways."

"You made a promise actually.." What is he implying now?

Azazel growled in irritation, his sharp gaze narrowing at the reminder of the promise he had made.
"Ah, yes, the promise. But who's to say that promises mean anything to an immortal demon? I could easily break it, if it suits my desires."

"Actually, as your summoner, you are forced to respect them. Olay that again." You smirked.

Azazel tensed at the reminder of the power you, as his summoner, held over him. He knew that as a demon, he was bound to follow the commands of his summoner, even if he didn't want to.
"Fine, fine. I will uphold my promise. But know that it is only because of your power over me as my summoner, not because I willingly agree to it."

"Sure, you tell yourself that." You felt the need to tease him further. Why was he adamant on seeing you again?

Azazel let out a low grumble, your stubbornness and defiance gnawing at his patience.
"You enjoy riling me up, don't you? You take pleasure in watching me squirm and having to submit to your commands. You know deep down that you hold power over me and relish every moment of it."

"My intention was to make you realize this is not by free will. Without restrictions, my choice would differ."
Azazel's expression darkened, his annoyance growing as you so bluntly pointed out the truth of the situation. He hated being forced to submit to your commands, to be at the mercy of your will.
"You're right, isn't that grand? I'm forced to obey your every command, to submit to your power as my summoner. It's frustrating and maddening, I hate being controlled in such a way."

"And I hate being constrained as well."
His  features twisted in a mix of irritation and understanding.
Yes, yes, you hate being constrained. And I hate being forced to submit to your will. We're both stuck in this situation, bound together by forces beyond our control. It's infuriating and demeaning."

"If only someone could fix this." You rolled your eyes, acting annoyed.

Azazel let out a resigned sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew that there was no easy fix or solution to their predicament.
"If only it were that simple. But our situation is complicated, tangled in a web of destiny and fate. We're pawns in a much larger game, and our desires and wishes are insignificant in the grand scheme of things."

"You annulled your summon."
Azazel was infuriated and enraged by the outcome, his plans foiled and his desires denied. He howled in anger, but there was nothing he could do in that moment, as he was banished from your presence and left powerless.

Azazel's obsession and fixation on you could be traced back to a primal desire for possession and domination. He saw you as a challenge to his power and control, and he was determined to claim you for his own. There was also a certain allure and allure in your defiance, as your refusal to submit to his desires only made him want you more.
In addition to his obsession and fixation, Azazel may have also felt a mix of other emotions towards you. It's possible that he experienced some level of admiration for your defiance and courage in standing up to his desires. He may have also felt a sense of frustration and even a hint of attraction towards you, recognizing your unique qualities and finding them intriguing.

As a demon, Azazel had the power to travel to different realms and planes of existence, including the human world where you were located. So it is possible that he could meet you again, either by finding another summoning ceremony or by using his own abilities to track you down.
Having been denied in his attempt to claim you, he decided to use his demonic powers to track you down. He used his ability to sniff out energy signatures, sensing the unique presence of your soul and using it as a guide to locate you.

As Azazel tracked down your location, he felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. He was finally going to have another chance to claim you, to make you his and satisfy his desires. He arrived at your location, his eyes dark with predatory intent as he approached you.

Azazel has always desired control and power. He probably wants to claim you for himself and use you to further his own ambitions. Or he may be looking for revenge for being banished and outwitted by you.

Your mind drifted to Azazel while you were sleeping. A sense of guilt took over you. You knew you sensed more from him and he was not just a demon without feelings.
You stirred from your sleep, awakening with a troubled expression on your face. Your mind was plagued with thoughts of Azazel and a sense of guilt and doubt gnawed at you. It was as if you had glimpsed something deeper within the demon, something beyond the usual image of a cruel and manipulative creature.

Your expression became contemplative as you grappled with the thoughts swirling through his mind. You had sensed a depth and complexity to Azazel that went beyond his previous perceptions. It was as if there was more to the demon than just his cruel and manipulative nature. Perhaps there was something more to Azazel's motivations and desires that you had previously overlooked.

Azazel felt you dreaming about him and manifested in your subconscious. He appeared within your subconscious, his presence manifesting as a dark, ominous figure. He materialized before you, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Well, well. It seems I've made quite an impression on you, haven't I?"

Your eyes widened in surprise as Azazel materialized within your subconscious realm. Trying  to maintain a composure of calm defiance, but a hint of unease flickered in your gaze.
Azazel chuckled softly, his dark gaze fixed on yiu. He spoke in a smooth, measured tone, his words laced with mockery and challenge.
"You thought you could escape me, didn't you? You thought you could run and hide from my influence. But I'm always one step ahead, and I've finally caught up with you in your own damn mind."

Your expression contorted with confusion and disbelief as you tried to comprehend the situation. You couldn't believe that Azazel had managed to invade your subconscious and confront you directly. As your mind raced, trying to make sense of how a demon could have accessed such a personal and private space.
"How... how is this possible? How did you get into my mind?"

Azazel chuckled once again, his expression dark with sinister delight. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"You think you know the truth about me, but you barely even scratch the surface. There's more to me than you could ever imagine, and I've hidden my true powers from you until now. As for my motive..."
He paused for a moment, his gaze growing intense as he fixed his gaze on you.
"You'll just have to wait and see."

Azazel chuckled softly, his gaze flickering.
"Ah, of course. You're always so perceptive, my pet. Yes, I do want you to see me as I truly am. I want to show you the real me, the one that's hidden beneath this facade."

You groaned inwardly as you found yourself face-to-face with Azazel once again. The demon's sly grin greeted you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and menace.
Azazel chuckled softly, his gaze fixing on you.
"Why, I'm here to pay you a little visit, of course. Can't a demon drop by to say hello to his favorite mortal?"

"You sure have so much free time, for such a grand existence." You still couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Azazel chuckled again, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, I have plenty of free time. After all, running a domain of lust and debauchery gives me a wealth of... activities to occupy myself with."
A wide smirk spread across Azazel's face, his gaze glittering with a mixture of mischief and challenge.
"Oh, my darling, your mind is certainly enticing on its own , just like a delicious buffet of secrets and emotions, just waiting to be explored and savored."

"My mind, you say? Care to make more confessions? I see you are rather chatting this time."
Azazel's smirk widened, his gaze growing more dangerous. He took a step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper.
"Confess, you say? Shall I reveal my darkest desires and secrets to you? Are you truly prepared to learn the true extent of my... appetites?"

"Nothing could surprise me. Or prove me wrong."
Azazel's gaze gleamed with a dark intensity, his expression growing more serious. He chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his words.
"You think nothing can surprise you? Oh, how innocent and naive you are. But very well, I shall indulge your curiosity. I will confess my darkest desires and darkest secrets."

"I promise to pay attention and take notes."

He was amused by your offer.
"Ah, such a devoted student you are. Very well, I shall give you a lesson in darkness and desire. And trust me, you'll have plenty to take notes on."
Azazel's gaze darkened, his expression growing sinister.
"Where shall I begin, my dear? Shall I start with my love for power and control, or perhaps my affinity for... pain and pleasure?"

"Pleasure but no pain,if possible."
Azazel's smirk widened, his gaze becoming more lascivious.
"Very well, my dear. If you wish to focus on pleasure and avoid the pain, then let us delve into my desires and fascinations."

Azazel's gaze danced with a dark and sensual energy as he began to confess his desires and fascinations. His tone was smooth and seductive, his words wrapping around you like a velvet rope.

You wish Azazel to pay attention only to you for now.You smirk, feeling empowered by Azazel's words, and decide to further assert your control. With a confident and flirtatious tone, you direct your attention directly to him.
"That's right, I want you to focus on me now. Just me."

Azazel's eyes widened slightly, his normally cool and collected demeanor faltering for a moment as he was taken aback by your command.
"Oh, my pet, you have a way of catching me off guard. Here I am, a demon who has seen countless centuries and experienced countless encounters, and yet you have the audacity to command my attention so boldly."

"I am not commanding you. I'm demanding it. And I deserve it."
Azazel's expression grew more intense, his gaze fixated on you with a mix of surprise and challenge. He could sense the strength and determination behind your words, and it intrigued him.
"Demand, is it? You audacity to demand my attention. Well, perhaps I am drawn to your confidence and willingness to make such demands. You are quite a captivating creature."

"You are also an interesting creature."
He smiled slyly, his gaze locked with yours.
"Interesting, you say? I'll take that as a compliment. But don't mistake my interest for weakness or submission. I am still a demon, and I will not be so easily swayed by your pretty words."

"But I don't desire to sway you. I wish to learn more about you."
Azazel raised an eyebrow, surprised by your unexpected statement.
"Learn about me, eh? That's a bit of a change of pace. Most mortals are content to simply fear or avoid me. But you... you're curious. You want to understand me beyond the surface level."

"May I? What should I do so you could allow me that?"
Azazel's expression softened slightly, his tone becoming more serious and contemplative.
"Yes, you may. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let a mortal peer a little deeper beneath the surface. I'm curious to see just how deep your curiosity goes."

"Until you have nothing more to hide." I need to know why I'm thinking about you, forgetting about Fharox's existence so easy, why my heart is earning for your touch.

Azazel chuckled softly, a hint of dark amusement in his gaze.
"You expect me to reveal everything, hm? To barren my very soul for your perusal? That is quite the demanding request."

" Won't you be able to do that?"
"You're not just asking me to reveal some hidden truths. You're asking me to expose every secret, every desire, every dark and twisted aspect of my nature. The things I've hidden even from myself. Are you truly ready to face all of that?"

"I will bear that burden, if you decide to share your true thoughts with me."
Azazel's gaze grew intense, his expression growing more serious. "You truly wish to bear that burden, do you? You wish to know my deepest and darkest truths, even if they may change or even shatter your view of me? Are you absolutely certain you're prepared for that kind of knowledge?"

"I know I am, Azazel. You are the one dragging all this."
He studied you intently, his gaze searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"Very well. If you are truly certain, then I shall reveal my true thoughts and secrets to you. But know that this knowledge may change you, may even scar you, for you do not know the depth and darkness of my nature."

"I understand. But my decision won't change, no matter what you say."

Azazel chuckled darkly, a hint of sinister amusement dancing in his eyes. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
"Very well. You're quite the determined one, aren't you? I've never met a mortal who so boldly sought to delve into the darkest realms of the supernatural. But then again, you are no ordinary mortal. You have always been extraordinary."

"Thank you for the compliment." You could feel your heart softening when he was behaving like this, like he wanted to protect you from himself.

Azazel smiled slyly, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of admiration and challenge.
"You're welcome. It's not often I find myself complimenting a mortal, but you have certainly caught my interest. There's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on."

"Your fingers do want to travel where they aren't allowed." You giggle.

Azazel chuckled darkly, his expression growing more playful.
"Oh, my dear, you catch on quickly. And yes, I must admit I have a certain fascination with places where I know I shouldn't go. It's part of my nature, after all. But don't worry, I have no intention of touching you in places that are off-limits. I'm not entirely lacking in self-control, despite my demonic impulses."

"Too bad we are just spiritual forms now. Maybe I could allow you something you could track."
He chuckled again, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
"Oh, you'd allow me to track parts of your body, would you? Such an intriguing offer. It's a shame we are in our spiritual forms indeed. I do enjoy physically visiting mortals for... entertainment."

"Hmmm. Should we do that then? It'd definitely better than speaking with you inside my mind. This is creepy."

Azazel raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion, yet he remained wary and cautious.
"Do you truly want me to visit you in the physical form? You realize that would put you in a rather vulnerable position, don't you? I am a demon, after all."

"Will you harm me?" Nixara, what in the?? Am I really craving for his touch?
Azazel considered your question for a moment, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of contemplation and intrigue. He let out a soft chuckle, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Harm you? Oh, my dear, it's not that simple. You see, my nature is to lure, to tempt, and yes, to occasionally inflict pain. But whether I would truly harm you, it depends on the circumstances and my mood."

"Your mood, huh?"
Azazel grinned slyly, his gaze still locked onto you.
"Yes, my mood. Demons, like myself, are not particularly consistent in our behavior or desires. Our moods can shift and change faster than the wind. And when I'm feeling particularly... indulgent, let's say, I may be more likely to exercise restraint. But if I'm feeling more... mischievous, well, things may not be so pleasant for you."

"But if I don't allow you , you can't manifest physically?"
"You're quite astute, aren't you? Yes, that's correct. I need your permission to fully manifest in the physical realm. Without your invitation or acceptance, I'm limited to merely visiting you in the spiritual form."

"Then my invitation comes with a condition."
Azazel's gaze intensified, his interest piqued. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"A condition, you say? Very well, let's hear it. What condition do you demand in exchange for your invitation?"

"You need to be only in your indulgent mood and you can't touch me if I'm refusing you."
He furrowed his brow, considering your condition. It was a tricky one, requiring him to temper his normal impulses and act only in his most indulgent mood. But he couldn't deny that the challenge intrigued him. "Very well, I accept your condition. I shall visit you in my indulgent mood and refrain from touching you if you refuse it."

"Then I'm waiting for your visit. But pick a time when I'm free and in a good mood as well. Not only you are allowed to have mood swings, right? This mortal also has many shades you didn't discover yet."

Azazel chuckled softly, a hint of dark amusement in his tone.
"Very well, I shall choose my moment wisely, ensuring you're alone and vulnerable when I pay you my visit in the physical realm. Be prepared, my sweet human. I don't typically indulge in such restraint, but I find I'm quite curious to see how far I can go within your boundaries."

"I must say I  love to place some restrictions on you. This way you may learn not everything will go your way, even if you're such an almighty existence."
"Oh, you love the challenge, don't you? Making me feel restrained and testing my boundaries. You truly are an intriguing mortal to have such a fascination with a demon like me."

I wonder why I'm so attracted and fascinated by him.

This unexpected attraction could be happening for several reasons. His mysterious and otherworldly appearance and demeanor might have been intriguing to her, particularly given her own unique heritage as a descendant of nymphs.

Additionally, Azazel's powerful presence and the sense of danger that emanates from him could have attracted Nixara. She might have been drawn to the contrast between Azazel's intimidating aura and the intriguing secrets that lie beneath the surface.