Azazel sat on a moldy log as you tended to his wounds “Ugh... do you HAVE to do this?” He groaned. Eying you with his brow quirked up “Why are you even helping me, commoner?” He inquired, his eyebrow raising further. “You like me or something? Hate to break your fragile ego, but I'm not in need of a spouse.” Azazel chuckled wittily, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. (CONTINUE!)
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