"Should I take care of the man? The witch seems to be enjoying his company, and it might interfere with our plans."
Azazel leaned back in his chair, legs casually thrown over the table. "No. The man is the least of my concerns. I won't need to lift a finger, if the prince sees him as a threat, he'll take care of him himself," he replied in a bored tone.
"Very well, Master Azazel. I shall keep watching them and report any suspicious activity immediately," the man in black clothing responded, his voice cold and emotionless.
"Yes, just do that. I have more important matters to deal with, like my fucking brother." Azazel's expression darkened. "I need to get my powers back and return to Hell before he escapes his doom. Perhaps this might be the key to getting back on Lucifer's good side. If I deliver my brother, assuming he does escape, Lucifer might forgive me and restore my powers."
"Do you think he can escape?" the man asked.
