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BAMF! A red skinned, devil tailed man bursts out of thin air. Well, out of black smoke, really, but idioms must be preserved. Azazel bursts out a hole he tore in the skin of the world, landing on his hands and feet on the floor of his master bedroom, his safe place in this nasty world. When he lifts his trembling hands and sits back on his haunches, red shapes remain on the inky black. Difficult to see, or smell, unless one possesses supersenses. His tail rubs up against a thigh, like a dog who can tell its owner is upset.
"Az? Are you okay?" Megan's sweet voice drifts through the marble corridors, approaching swiftly. Recalling that she can teleport, if far more slowly, she appears within the room, only to trip over her injured husband.
"Ah!"
"Meg, are you okay?" Crawling over, his tail dragging behind him, Azazel collapses onto her.
"Aww! Sticky hands!…Yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay? There's a hole in your side!"
"I'll be okay. Healing factor." Azazel sighs deeply, his eyes and skin dull.
"Okay. I can still kiss it better though."
"Do it, bug."
So Megan does. Her kiss rapidly accelerates his healing.