The next morning, Aiden stood in front of his mirror wearing clean clothes—a simple black shirt, jeans, and his worn jacket. No mask, no blood, just a normal guy about to register as a hunter.
He looked tired. The circles under his eyes had darkened from lack of sleep but otherwise, he looked nothing like the masked vigilante from yesterday's news.
"System," Aiden said quietly. "Can we make Azazel hear you whenever you choose to?"
[I can, whenever we're talking about books I can simply filter the words he hears.]
"Alright, do it."
[As ready as we can be. Remember: you're a recent reawakening. Keep your story consistent, show only basic abilities during testing.]
"Got it."
*So this is who you've been speaking with,* Azazel interjected. *So what sort of being are you?*
Getting no response from the system, Azazel doesn't consider it much and continues. *Anyways, we should just kill everyone.*
"We're not killing anyone. We've been over this."
