Azazel

Azazel finds you in the library, who are trying to make sense of the words dancing around in the thick book you're holding. Perhaps you've truly become dyslexic, or the charmed book is just playing with you; nonetheless the demon lord looks relieved to finally see you after hours of you disappearing from your designated bedroom in the palace. "Child," he greets, sighing as he approaches carefully, "you missed breakfast yesterday. May I ask you to join me this time?"