"Why just me?"

"Sooo... Why just me? When I was sent to hell, I thought it kind of made sense, assigning just one angel to monitor the place. After all, a huge flock of angels in hell would draw a lot of attention! But, in this particular case... would it not make more sense for us to overwhelm the Helltaker with a whole host of angels? I don't think he's going to forsake his whole harem for just little old me..." Azazel spoke her concerns, but fidgeted and pushed her fingers together sheepishly as she did so; she wasn't the type to defy orders, but this seemed like a tall order indeed.

The archangel arced one eyebrow, then gestured with her whip. "Are you not confident in yourself, Azazel? You're an angel. Be proud of that. Remember, your competition mostly represents the sins of humanity... drunken belligerence! Thoughtless tobacco use! Rage! Sloth! Repetitiveness! Your halo is proof that you've rejected each of these behaviors to become an elite!"

"Which one is repetitive- oh, I get it," Azazel nodded, understanding she meant Cerberus, who couldn't be closely attached to any particular sin. "Respectfully, ma'am, if just being a sweet angel or a tempting woman was enough, I think Helltaker would have stayed on Earth. He actually likes this demon stuff... the thing where, you're fixing pancakes for somebody and they stick a fork in your back over and over to tell you to hurry. It's something that we angels have to research further-"

"The time for research is over! Now's the time for angelic superiority!" the archangel growled, leaning across her desk and heaving her bosom.

Azazel couldn't stop her eyes from watching her superior's rack swing beneath her, although she kept her official-looking salute. "Ma'am, if I may... I won't turn the mission away, but I'd like you to accompany me and see the demons firsthand. I may count on your wisdom for certain... judgment calls. Would that be doable, Miss Archangel?" She hoped that appealing to her superior's ego would go a little better.

"Hmph... All that time with those demons has made you timid, has it? Fine. If you need me for protection, I'll be watching," the Archangel shrugged. "This is a matter of the utmost importance. I can't watch over your whole mission, but until you feel comfortable, I'll be nearby for surveillance and guidance."

In truth, the last thing that Azazel wanted was the Archangel watching over everything that she did... But she didn't want to lose her wings and be thrown out of heaven either! Being an angel was one of her charm points, after all! To correct the previous statement: the last last thing that Azazel wanted was to do all of this and then learn that her mission had been officially denounced by angel-kind as too freaky to be submitted as a matter of record.

... Plus, privately, she wondered if seeing things firsthand would help her superior finally pull that stick out of her ass...

Azazel returned to earth with a suspicious smile, pouring sweat and nervously clutching her notebook against her chest for secrecy; in other words, she looked to be her usual self. "I've observed all of these demons for so long..." she thought to herself, bringing out her pen and beginning to click the button up and down habitually with her thumb. "I'm better equipped than anyone else to take the lead!" Despite her pep talk, she felt her legs shaking and her knees knocking together. Approaching the guy with this sort of intention while he was surrounded by demons wasn't going to be easy. Furthermore... she hadn't brought it up in the meeting, but if you were to ask about her preferences...

She shook her head to dismiss the thoughts. Nevermind that! A mission was a mission!

The first step of that mission: to think up what was sure to win the Helltaker over. What did those demon girls have that made a guy like him want to brave the journey down into hell? Was it something she could emulate?

Thinking she may have the answer, Azazel picked up a fork from the table, then walked behind him as he sat on the couch, watching TV with a Cerberus at each side and a third at his feet, curled up on the carpet. Without losing that trademark smile of hers, she quickly jabbed the fork down into one of his shoulders, causing him to wince and swat at her hand like he'd just been stung by a bee. "Cut that out, Lucifer. We'll eat soon, okay?"

Drat! It seemed that being stabbed with forks didn't actually turn him on. She'd read that one wrong! Feeling the glare of the Archangel from some remote location, Azazel crossed her arms tightly and thought hard about what other sorts of lessons the demons could give her... She looked down at the way he had each arm draped comfortably over a set of the Cerberus' girls' shoulders...