The rumbling hum of an engine faded into existence as a dark figure approached on the roads horizon. Drawing closer from the distance was a black limousine with tinted windows. It rolled down the road and slowed as it approached the front of the school. Unseen eyes looked out from the pitch black windows as the limo came to a halt at the schools steps. One of the rear doors opened, and a suited figure stepped into the warm mid morning light. An umbrella followed, spreading over head as the tall, slender form of Azazel stood up from the recesses of the limousine. He looked out with pondering eyes onto the rather mundane school building. Without a further thought, he leisurely made his way down the cement path and into the school. The door of the limo closed without influence and a low growl of it's engine signaled the limo's departure.