Mark Stewart was sitting at his desk with a pensive look. After hearing sister Martha say that they mostly talked about him, he had the impression that something was amiss somehow, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Who are you really Azel?" He finally muttered, but he finally dismissed it just as quickly as the thought came to him.

Instead, he opened a letter and started reading...

"Dear Mark, I believe this is the end for me. I tried to forget my hatred for God, but I couldn't unsee the way he watched as my family got butchered in front of me. I prayed for a miracle, but him who always listened ignored me. Can you imagine such a betrayal? What am I supposed to do now that I have nothing to live for?...

...This is goodbye my dear friend. I hope I find a way to forgive that b*st*rd after an eternity in hell!"

Mark Stewart was sweating rivulets after reading what was probably his best friend's last words before he killed himself.

The last sentence, especially, tore through his soft heart like a hot knife through butter.

'Was my friend so consumed with hatred that he could dare to say such heresy?' Mark thought.

'A just man had died in disgrace.'

'Such a pity. If he had remained true to himself until the end of his lifespan, he would've been reunited with his family in heaven.'

"I smell foul play though." Mark suddenly said. It was like the more he thought about this idea, the more his clouded mind became clear.

"It must be the work of the devil's minions. They succeeded in keeping a just and pious man away from heaven." He stopped his train of thought when it was apparent that he was angry and even thought of cursing. A little prayer was said to soothe his nerves and be forgiven at the same time.

He then thought of sister Martha and her actions.

"Is there a demon in our midst? If so, who can it be?"

Azel who was reading Mark's thoughts from the comfort of his room decided it was time to make his grand entrance and see what would be the result.

Azel changed his voice and then said, "I'm surprised it took you so long, human."

The voice reverberated into Mark's head as if threatening to explode it.

Mark was only surprised for just a mere moment, but the surprise quickly subsided to make place for a solemn look as his eyes slowly closed and took a deep breath.

Mark said, "So Sister Martha was never the target. I am."

"Such words of wisdom. Hehehe." the same raspy voice said.

"You're wasting your time. I will not be as weak as John." Said Mark as remembered his friend's last words. He wasn't sure if he was strong enough, but his faith in the Lord was as firm as it could be after all these years.

Azel then said, "Oh...poor John...hehe...seeing his family die like that, pushed him down the cliff. It was a brilliant execution on my demon brother's part. Old John is now basically singing our Gospel, calling him a b*st*rd and all.hehehe. you will too, when I'm done with you. When I was given this mission, I was prepared to accompany you for all eternity...but you will not live that long, will you?...But, it'll feel like eternity, trust me."

Mark was already madly praying as he heard the voice. He had waited for the voice to disappear, but nothing happened.

Azel then continued, "Hey hey, do you think that I could just disappear just because you wished for it? Earth belongs to us. We are free to do as we please and whatever we do has to be calculated. Yes, sometimes there's a divine intervention here and there, but most of the time we are free to make as many of you fall into depravity as we want. Let me let you in on a little secret : this world is a testing ground for you filthy humans and we are free to sabotage you and the more promising you are, the more appealing you are to our eyes...but that doesn't mean that we let the others slip through the cracks...oh...ahem...I'm getting off topic here...long story short... YOU'RE MINE BITCH!"