Making a deal with a Demon Never Goes Well

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, David hurried through the dimly lit corridors, his boots clicking against the stone floor. His sharp eyes darted left and right, scanning for any sign of followers. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint creaks of the old castle. Once he was certain the coast was clear, he exhaled a sigh of relief and reached his room.

Closing the door behind him, he plunged the room into complete darkness. He leaned against the door for a moment, his breathing uneven, before straightening. "Azrael," he called into the darkness, his voice low but urgent.