"Oh Prince of Darkness, come forth I seek to speak with one that fears not of the Dark Lord," A young witch chants as draws lines in all directions onto a sketchpad. She was deep within the dark forest close to her house as the sun was beginning to set.
"Child, why have summoned me?" A young man with pale skin and blonde hair asked, appearing behind the young witch.
Startled by the sudden appearance of the man, the young witch took a deep breath before speaking. "Want to talk about the Dark Lord."
"Yeah, I kinda guess that when you summoned me. But you're in the Chruch of Night, so I'm pretty sure Father Blackwood has even the basic info about Lucifer and his history," The man said, waving a hand around. "So why bother summoning me?"
"I was told that you don't fear him and that you're the only one that has pushed almost every button of his without any repercussions," The witch explains. "I just want to know why he has such an interest in me."
Instead of responding to the young witch question, a smirk appeared on the man's face as he started to chuckle. Turning his back towards the witch, he walks away a bit before turning back to the witch.
"Clever little witch. Just clever," The man says with laughter still laced in his voice. "Summon the only thing that the Devil tolerates."
Walking over the young witch, the man places a hand on her shoulder and looks at her dead in the eyes. "You wanna chat? Let's take this conversation elsewhere, shall we?"
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The Second Dark Lord
FanfictionBetter known as one of many Princes of Hell, Azazel, is summon to the Earthly plane by the young witch Sabrina Spellman. Wanting to get a better understanding of the Dark Lord.
