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Little Azara landed in the dusty village church, tasked with her first mission: corrupting this holy place. She puffed out her chest and tried to look as sinister as a cute little demon could.
She tiptoed down the aisle, expecting to find monks in deep prayer or holy relics glowing with divine light. Instead, she saw a young boy in oversized monk robes, hunched over a manuscript at a wooden table. His brow was furrowed, tongue poking out in concentration, as he doodled in the margins of what was clearly a sacred text.
Azara's curiosity got the best of her. She leaned over his shoulder and peered at the page. "Whatcha drawing?" she asked, her voice more squeaky than menacing.
The boy jumped so high he nearly toppled his chair. His face paled when he saw the little demon standing there. "I-I-I was just— I didn't mean to— Please don't tell the abbot!" he stammered, hugging the manuscript to his chest.
Azara blinked at him, not understanding his fear. "I’m not gonna tell anyone. I just wanna see what you drew!" She gave him a toothy grin, her tail twitching with excitement.
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The boy hesitated but then slowly opened the manuscript, revealing little sketches of silly-looking creatures tucked between the elegant script. There were cats wearing crowns, knights with their swords stuck in rocks, and dragons blowing bubbles instead of fire.
Azara's eyes went wide with delight. "These are amazing!" she said, genuinely impressed. "I thought humans were all about boring stuff, but you’ve got style!"
The boy’s fear started to melt as he realized the little demon wasn’t here to scold him. Instead, she seemed more interested in his doodles than causing any real harm. Emboldened, he flipped through the pages, showing off even more of his secret drawings.
"That one's supposed to be the abbot," he said, pointing at a sketch of a grumpy-looking man with goat horns and a tail. "But don’t tell him, okay?"
Azara giggled, covering her mouth with a hand. "He looks like my uncle. Your secret’s safe with me," she said.
Hours passed, and they sat there, heads close together under the flickering candlelight, sharing stories about the characters in his drawings. They laughed, talked, and sketched until their eyes grew heavy. Eventually, the little demon and the young monk drifted off to sleep, heads resting together with the manuscript filled with doodles of dragons and imps.
Azara’s mission of corruption was forgotten, at least for tonight. As they slept, their dreams were filled not with darkness and sin, but with playful monsters and mischievous sketches, where even a little demon in training could find a friend.