"You had a vermin problem. Figured I would come by and help out."
He lifts up his arm, revealing a scruffed Demetri. The Demon King hisses and spits and flails, before finally becoming loose and scurrying off in to a nearby shrub and far away from Azazel's home.
The priest's straight face begins to crack, revealing a mischievous smile. He shakes his head watching Demetri retreat.
"Anyway. How have you been?"
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