Through the thicket of spinning cogs and chains pulling counterweights was a small room looking at the inside of the massive clock. The shadow of the large ticking hands crept across the stained class, rolling over the numbers on the clocks face. Azazel came to a stop, just in front of the door, and reached for the knob, when the faint sound of a girls voice called out, catching his attention. The shadows at his feet subtly flickered as he watched the young woman appear from the darkness, running to catch him. Raising an eyebrow, Azazel looked at her for a moment, before withdrawing his hand from the doorknob and vanishing into a small cloud of black vapor which absorbed into the shadows below. "So it was you who was following me?" Asked a deep, english voice from behind the girl as Azazel stepped out from darkness. He looked her over quizzically, slowly leaning against a wall as his coat dangled over his form. "Have you finally come to take me away madam?" A scowl crossed is face as the eyes of a vicious beast stared out from his visage. "Or are you one of the ones they've sent to kill me?"